“Le bonheur écrit à l’encre blanche sur des pages blanches,” wrote Henry de Montherlant, the French essayist, “happiness writes in white ink on white pages.” It is sixty years since de Montherlant penned his aphorism, had he been writing in the 21st Century, he might have thought his words particularly apt for the present times. there seems an unquenchable thirst for tales of unhappiness. To speak of happiness or success is to invite a wave of criticism and begrudgery; to tell of misfortune and suffering is to surround oneself with …