With a now-heightened desire to pay more attention to members of the train-riding public with their noses in actual books, I may begin making regular notes of what I see. Today: a skinny apparent art student (he had a rolled-up canvas between his knees) in his late teens or early twenties, boring into his folded-up Penguin Classics paperback version of Kierkegaard’s Fear and Trembling. He may actually have been paying attention to the text– which made me believe all hope for the future was not lost– but he also spent enough time looking up soulfully from his copy and/or texting that I was unwilling to set aside the possibility that he was carrying the book around as a lady-luring accoutrement. In the youth’s defense, though, I can well imagine a teenage Søren transported to the present and doing the exact same thing– at least without the smartphone. That’s just going too far.