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(one)The Rules About the RulesMY first lesson in integrity came the hard way. It was I960 or thereabouts and I was a first-grader at P.S. 129 in Harlem. The teacher had us all sitting in a circle, playing a game in which each child would take a turn donning a blindfold and then trying to identify...

PreßaceEach time the query is put forward, I pause and ponder. The question jis simple enough, asked by neighbors, relatives, friends, my children, and even passing strangers"What are you working on?" They rightly expect a clearly phrased reply. Yet invariably I falter: How can I extract from the...