Now that you mention it, I suppose it will. I’m very suggestible, but, luckily, I often don’t keep track of what day it is. Thanks for reminding me.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s famous line — "The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself" — never seemed as consoling to me as it was meant to be. Having fear to fear, when you think about it, is very, very spooky. I don’t think of myself as being superstitious, and yet, if I should break a mirror, I feel a bit queasy in the pit of my stomach … despite myself. And, for a few minutes, I can be haunted by the fact that I have affronted fate in some shadowy way. But, if I truly had a rational mind, should the idea of fate, tempting it or affronting it, even come up?