CHAPTER ONE

To mark the beginning and then embark at that exact point would be trying to use a science too precise for any measurable swing in character.  Change is a shifty spy, a traitor without definition, a place where symptoms merge with causes, catalysts lie like mines, irrational saboteurs, yet lazy.

In a life such as mine, ordinary yet without tedium, one would have thought a node of change easy to locate, pinpoint accurately.  Indeed, it might even have been highlighted by friends, relations, colleagues.

But it wasn’t.