I was told I had a heart of stone today. It was just after breakfast and we were running late to get to the train for an appointment. The subject had come up about Robin Williams. It was really sad, I was told, that he had died…especially as it seemed to be a case of suicide. He had been an ever present in my conscious life. He had always entertained and made me laugh. I said that I didn’t think it was unduly sad. Someone died, but I didn’t truly know him. Why should I feel something for Robin Williams?
