I finished writing a chapter the other day, and as I always do, I read it to my wife.  She tells me that I have only recently become her favorite writer.  Well, this particular passage was, I thought, a very moving one, so I expected a few tears.  Boy did I get them.  Not from my wife.  I actually choked up reading aloud what I had written, and started to weep.  I’m not sure if the writing is some of my best or I’m just a really big narcicist.