"I can't tell you how grateful I am, because I can't put proper words to it," he went on in a much littler voice. "I ... I was failing, Harry. Not as a man, there's more to being a man than that, but as a husband. And a father, too, from the knock-on stress. I couldn't make love to my wife, couldn't show her ... in the most physically powerful way I can ... just how much I love her. I couldn't get my body to respond to her in the way that my mind and heart were, and I know she blamed herself and flirted with depression over it.