Monday, April 18

               Then something happened.  Not to him: he had not changed, he was still competent, still unhampered and complete.  He seemed merely to have lost or mislaid somewhere, at some point, the old habit or mantle or aura or affinity for almost monotonous success in which he had seemed to move as in his garments, as if not he but his destiny had slowed down, not changed: just slowed down for the time being….even though apparently abandoned by destiny….he had never let his chosen vocation down; and sure enough in his need, the vocation had remembered him.  William Faulkner, A Fable