I'm sitting here at work, afraid of hoping this all means something. Then I hear Morgan Freeman reading "Remember, Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things ... "

OK, I'll say it, even though I may regret it tomorrow -- It is starting to look good.

Maybe this will finally be the year it works. It could happen.

But it's not over until it's over, and even then you have to ask, "There's no way the Sox could be up 4-0 and still lose the Series, is there?" They might could.

Seems to me the values of a classical education are as spiffing as ever.

To stick with Eliot, from "Gerontion":

History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions
Guides us by vanities. Think now
She gives when our attention is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
That the giving famishes the craving. . .

Foolish voters! Who do they think they are?

Is 11:30 AM too early to start drinking?

There were plotters, there was no doubt about it. Some had been ordinary people who'd had enough. Some were young people with no money who objected to the fact that the world was run by old people who were rich. Some were in it to get girls. And some had been idiots as mad as Swing, with a view of the world just as rigid and unreal, who were on the side of what they called 'the people'. Vimes had spent his life on the streets, and had met decent men and fools and people who'd steal a penny from a blind beggar and people who performed silent miracles or desperate crimes every day behind the grubby windows of little houses, but he'd never met The People.

People on the side of The People always ended up disappointed, in any case. They found that The People tended not to be grateful or appreciative or forward-thinking or obedient. The People tended to be small-minded and conservative and not very clever and were even distrustful of cleverness. And so the children of the revolution were faced with the age-old problem: it wasn't that you had the wrong kind of government, which was obvious, but that you had the wrong kind of people.

Thief of Time might work.