“And he let fly an arrow. zZZ!.. it grazed Bartholomew’s forehead and nipped off his hat. Away it blew, and over the parapet. But another hat appeared on his head. zZZ! zzz! zZZ!... the arrows flew.. till the Grand Duke’s whole bagful of arrows was gone. And still a hat sat upon Bartholomew’s head.”
“And perhaps we practice because we feel as if there’s nothing else we can do, because sometimes it feels as if life is governed by the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.”