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.