There is something about the Old World – a secret – that gives its people a peace about life. We Americans are about new beginnings, forgetting the past, starting over. That’s not all bad: it’s a very Franciscan quality. Heaven knows I depend on it daily. But the Old World is drenched in blood, it’s civilization founded on murder, every square inch of land the site of some unfathomable atrocity. And yet, there is no peace like an Old World peace. I don’t know what to make of this peace, but I need it. America needs it.