Translate paragraph 8. Forty-seven years of marriage is quite a journey. Anne has kept me going through some of the hardest times, which hasn’t always been easy, given that I’m sometimes an actor wrapped up in his ego. After the crash, I couldn’t sit without extreme pain. When we went out, Anne would put me in the rear of the station wagon, where I could stretch out. At dinner with friends, she’d set a place for me as if it were the most natural thing in the world to eat lying on the couch. She consoled me during my survivor’s anguish, but what she wouldn’t tolerate — and here’s the important thing — was me feeling sorry for myself.