Oh yes. You see, he was a passionate book collector and he was the one who taught me to love the written word from the earliest age. I grew up surrounded by thousands of books, by the best our (dying) civilisation and a human mind had produced in the way of literature, philosophy, visual arts, music, etc. That was a blessing . For that love and for the education he gave me, I will always be grateful. The rest I have no choice but to forgive.