Slowly they drank the broth, stretching it out, savoring it, praising and cherishing and grokking their donor.  Jubal found, to his surpriser that although he was overflowing with emotion, it was a calm happiness that did not bring tears.  What a quaint and gawky puppy his son had been when first he saw him... so eager to please, so naive in his little mistakes - and what a proud power he had become without ever losing his angelic innocence.  I grok you at last, son - and would not change a line!