Staring out at the War Memorial from his seat in the Central Library, King looked ashen, wearied by a kind of survivor???s guilt. (???I want to confess that I think I failed you,??? he wrote on the guild???s blog after the layoffs.) He thumped the Churchill book again, trying to gird himself for the battle that lay ahead. ???These days I find myself asking my wife why we don???t have more alcohol