It’s not so much what

happens, it’s what we make of

it. Like Bartleby, Melville’s

scrivener, sometimes

we turn our heads to the wall

and say, “I prefer

not to.” On other days we

turn to the world, and,

like Molly Bloom, hold out our

 arms and cry, “Yes, yes, oh yes!”

                                                                     JDG