A Call for Child Protective Services

First Impressions on Beckett: Does anyone else feel like the main character in Molloy shouldn't be allowed to have custody of that kid? Take this passage- I think it says it all. "And then I forgot that my son would be at my side, restless, plaintive, whining for food, whining for sleep, dirtying his drawers. I opened the drawer of my night-table and took out a full tube of morphine tablets, my favorite sedative." What??? I can't tell if the pills are meant to keep the kid silent, or keep the guy less annoyed or both. Regardless of the purpose, this isn't very good. From what I've read so far, this guy belongs in a mental institution. He projects feelings onto the people around him, mainly his son, and it makes me think the guy is really insecure, has control issues and is paranoid. The way he talks about what others must be thinking, reminds me of something I've heard or seen or something, where a person projects his thoughts, fears and suspicions onto people, animals or inanimate objects. A "that goldfish is judging me" kind of a feeling. I guess we all have those moments, but I like to think we don't let them overwhelm us to the point where we have to totally dominate that thing, until it snaps- if it's alive, I mean. I think at some point in the story, the little boy looks at his father with animosity, because the dad takes his prized knife. The guy says the little boy is probably wishing he could slash the guy's throat out with the knife he was surrendering, but he's not big enough. The guy says, "patience, child, patience." This is a serial killer in the making. I'm not quite far enough to tell if the guy himself is a hired killer, but I'm getting the vibe.
I've laughed quite a few times- i.e the morphine passage and the rope one: "I toyed briefly with the idea of attaching him to me by means of a long rope, its two ends tied about our waists. There are various ways of attracting attention and I was not sure that this was one of the good ones."- and then some passages are really deep and thoughtful, but even though I laugh and feel awed by the profound nature of some of the words, my mind is stuck on the little boy and how bad I feel for him. I guess "I laugh to keep from weeping." Maybe.