“I’ve never felt this way before,” the man said at the end of the evening, “but I feel as though my whole life was built on a frozen lake. We all go on with our activities. We work on the house and play golf and entertain and have our fights. I put in long hours at work and think I’m doing well. Then every once in a while I think, ‘This is ice I’m standing on, and it’s melting’—or ‘Was that a crack I heard just then?’
