Like everyone else these days, I click on #BrianWilliamsMisremembers and laugh at the parodies of his runaway conceit. Yet I find that the laughter catches in my throat. I, too, am a man who lives “under the sun,” and my own little life also promotes feelings of insignificance and self-pity. My little ego has also felt desires for a fiction that is more spectacular than fact. If Brian Williams exposes the tragedy of the male ego, and mine is an ego much like his, where is the escape from the trap of this despair and deceit?