“I don't understand how they could go from loving me to hating me when I haven't changed one bit," he said one night, and Margaret's heart sank as she tried, from her own vast experience, to explain it.

"Because they never loved you," she said. "And they don't hate you now either. They don't know you, Cosmo."

It didn't make sense to him. He'd always been so thoroughly a part of the world that he saw these people - the writers, the photographers, the anchors, the reviewers - as peers, acquaintances.