Confession from a man who is supposed to be good at waiting: I have spent three weeks being very calm about a letter I have not opened, and tonight I caught myself reading the rejection aloud in an empty kitchen to see how it sounds. It sounds like a minor paragraph about detector sensitivity, which is what it is. Knowing that does nothing whatsoever for the chest. Is there a trick to this, or is everyone just pretending to be fine until the envelope arrives?