ldquo I lay on my bed full of stale liquor and despair rdquo wrote journalist Malcolm Muggeridge of a particularly dismal evening during his work as a World War II spy ldquo Alone in the universe in eternity with no glimmer of light rdquo In such a condition he did the only thing he thought sensible he tried to drown himself Driving to the nearby Madagascar coast he began the long swim into the ocean until he grew exhausted Looking back he glimpsed the distant coastal lights For no reason clear to him at the time he started swimming back [... more]