I could feel the weight of everything then - the weight of
loneliness, of everything that had gone wrong. I felt heroic, going up
those last few flights to the top of the building, dragging that
weight along with me. Jumping felt like the only way to get rid of it,
the only way to make it work for me instead of against me; I felt so
heavy that I knew I'd hit the street in no time. I'd beat the world
record for falling off a tower block.
A Man Called Intrepid author dies aged 89(Dec 03 2013) William Stevenson, a journalist and author who drew on his close ties with intelligence sources to write two best-selling books in the 1970s, A Man Called...