Sheldon Kopp faced disappointments and disillusionments, and his solution is for all of us to realize not only how truly uninspiring we are but how uninspiring our choices in life (""Partial freedom and limited happiness are all that are available""). His book is full of lengthy discourses about the pitfalls of being a Jewish ""Momma's boy"" from the Bronx, one whose life is now jeopardized by serious illness. He is pedantic in denouncing the ways in which we shield our vulnerability ""by transforming the original authentic innocence into its caricature,"" which along with Rollo May he terms ""pseudo-innocence."" And he is a bit too hip in labeling the roles our illusions drive us to (""The Heroic Adventurer"" meets ""Pollyanna and the Paranoid""). Settle for mediocrity? That's about the size of it.