Ove makes me miss, more so than usual, the cranksters I've known over the years, and that's been quite a few, including my own grandfather. Right about the time when Ove's tirades and apparent OCD started to get a bit tedious, I started to really understand Ove, and then my own little grinch-like heart grew a size and a half.
I guess I've always been drawn to the cranks. Once the connection is made, you know you have a friend for life.
Oh, geez. Now I'm feeling all sentimental and such. That was right rotten of you, Ove. Luring me in like that.