here was a man on a bench reading abroadsheet newspaper. Te wind wasmaking it hard to straighten out the pages. Aparticularly strong gust blew several o the insidepages into the air. In a ft o rustration the manscrewed up the rest o the paper and depositedit in the adjacent trash can. He seethed throughgritted teeth at some nebulous enmity.Another man sat down next to him and,making polite small talk, commented, ‘Windy day, isn’t it?’Te frst man rolled his eyes and stood upto leave, as though this whole situation wasbeneath him. All o a sudden the wind pickedup and carried him into the sky.