Every report on the near bank passes my desk before it crosses the bridge. I read them all. I mark them, or I do not, and either way a clerk on the far side reads them on Monday.

I was rank three in my own year at twenty-two. At twenty-six I was finished, and the Tower was polite about it, and now I hold this board like a man holding a door shut.

HalvardFour years of Fridays. Eleven hundred reports. Every one of them about somebody who still has a chance at it.