From the moment we’re born we’re on the Titanic.” My brother shakes his head; he’s uncomfortable giving speeches like this. “What I’m trying to say is: we’re going down, we won’t survive this, it’s already been decided. Nothing can change that. But we can choose whether we’re going to run around screaming in panic, or whether we’re like the musicians who play on, bravely and with dignity, although the ship is sinking. The way . . .” He looks down. “The way Alva did.”
