He watched tour highlight videos on GolfingWorld.com all night long to take his mind off the revelation. He'd had no idea that ______ held such a resentment towards him. If anyone had asked, he’d have said they were friends. Then to learn of the grudge—murderous in its proportions—it had thrown him big time. The golf was therapeutic. He read Money Monthly magazine, too, which helped enormously. His mind was like a mountain goat leaping from intellectual crag to intellectual crag. Sauntering down Fortune Street one November day he ran into a thespian friend whom he hadn’t seen in a while. “If anything, I’d like to be busier,” the actor said. He neglected to include a trigger warning in the opening paragraph of his sixth Babbling Brook. He did not believe in such things. People of his generation had stronger stomachs, were less precious, than the notice-box narcissists of the internet age. There were rings in the puddles. There was a hole in the top. He was talking i...