What’s it made of? How did it get there?” “It’s a feeling,” she said. “I don’t know how to put it, exactly. It’s a feeling that my world could collapse. Just fall down all around me. Sort of like the cartoon character who’s run out over the cliff and his legs are still pumping, but he’s only standing on air and he’s about to fall a long, long way down. I don’t know how I’ve done as much as I have, and I don’t know how long I can keep it up. I ascribe my success to the grace of God, but I’m still left with this feeling that it could all be taken away.”
