General Taheri managed a simultaneously sad and polite smile, heaved a sigh, and gently patted Baba’s shoulder. "Zedagi migzara," he said. Life goes on. He turned his eyes to me. "We Afghans are prone to a considerable degree of exaggeration, bachem, and I have heard many men foolishly labeled great. But your father has the distinction of belonging to the minority who truly deserves the label." This little speech sounded to me the way his suit looked: often used and unnaturally shiny.
"You’re flattering me," Baba said.
"I am not," the general said, tilting his head sideways and pressing his hand to his chest to convey humility. "Boys and girls must know the legacy of their fathers." He turned to me. "Do you appreciate your father, bachem? Do you really appreciate him?"
"Balay, General Sahib, I do," I said, wishing he’d not call me ‘my child.’
"Then congratulations, you are already halfway to being a man," he said with no trace of humor, no irony, the compliment of the casually arrogant.
What can you infer from this passage from chapter 11?
Select ALL that apply.