Failure seemed inexorable. He would get up in the morning each day and eat breakfast, then lay on the couch in front of the TV and watch cartoons all day until his wife returned from work. The only breaks he took from cartoon watching were his frequent trips to the bathroom. When Anita came home, she would feed him his dinner and see that he took a bath, then she would take his temperature, chart his weight and height and it was off to bed to begin the cycle anew. He couldn’t bear to watch the daytime talk shows on TV with their photogenic victims flaunting their real or imagined pains to the world.

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