9.17.15 We, none of us, now find ourselves immersed in the life we

had imagined. Sometimes we imagined nothing at all; sometimes we held vague hopes, coupled with a few hopeless convictions, held privately to our chests. But often enough, we had those desultory imaginings, of some sort of satisfied Disney deal, where the hero arrives at last, is championed, and the whole lot of them go on home for the night.