There was a man on the train today, facing the doors with their black glass, who was solving the new york times cross word puzzle a speed that looked as if he were just copying letters by from a solution sheet in the back of his head. Behind him was man in a powerful suit, with a powerful tie, facing the door as well, talking silently to his own reflection. He looked passionately angry. His right hand would let go of the steel bars from time to time, just to complete an especially powerful sentence. He left the train on 59th street. Somebody would be in trouble today. Even if it was just him.