"For some reason, I told Kyle about how I'd asked my daughter recently what she wanted to be for Halloween, and she'd said "a confused chicken." This apparently meant dressing up like a chicken but pretending not to know what she was. I couldn't help thinking she'd hit upon a deep ontological truth: the idea that who you were would be obvious to everyone else but yourself."

"Take me. If I'd failed Spanish, I couldn't have gone to a good college, wouldn't have gotten into Princeton's Ph.D. program, and probably wouldn't be a professor. But since I've merely forgotten my Spanish, I'm sitting in my professorial office, loving life.

How about you? How would your life have been different if you had failed all the classes you've totally forgotten?"

Life's a lot like that. From time to time we all fall down and hurt our foo-foos. If only we could deal with it as simply and bravely and honestly as Mr. Fee-Fi-Fo. And what did Chuckles ask in return? Not much. In his own words, 'A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down your pants.'

"We listened to the man because he had something to tell us, and us alone. Not how to play baseball, though he did that better than anyone. Not how to win, though winning was wonderful. Not even how to sacrifice. He was teaching us something far more important: how to cope with the two greatest enemies of a well-lived life, fear and failure."