I slept like the dead and woke with that curious elationwhich accompanies nine comatose hours of rest. Propping myself up against the pillows, I realized just how piano-wire taut I had been ever since my breakthrough and itsresulting cataclysms. Success is supposed to simplify yourlife. Inevitably, it complicates it further – and perhaps weneed the complications, the intrigues, the fresh strivings foreven greater success. Once we‘ve achieved what we‘ve alwayswanted, we suddenly discover a new need, a new sense ofsomething lacking. And so we travail on, in search of thisnew accomplishment, this new change-of-life, in the hopethat, this time, the sense of contentment will be permanent... even if it means upending everything else we‘ve builtup over the years.