Inevitably, bad feelings sometimes develop. Your own unresolved neuroses and secret fears get involved—sometimes picture books can be kind of like Rorschach blots that way. You see what you want to see. For example: I’m convinced that the parents in Harry the Dirty Dog are secretly evil. I’m sure they recognize their own dog when he comes home. How could they not, however dirty he might be?
Heh. Also, his bit about Bemelmans is lovely.