In the movies the sound of distant bugles is identified with relief by the audience as the sound of the United States Cavalry. But if one is among the encircling Red Indians, perhaps it is best to keep on firing while wryly reflecting that those riding to the relief are no doubt led by General Custer, and this little knoll on which we find ourselves is Little Big Horn. It is said that wisdom comes with age. But, looking back, perhaps the best lesson I had was when I was 18 and did my first driving test. The examiner thrust a piece of board into my hands.
Reality seems to be a matter of perspective.