Yesterday, I quoted The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Coleridge. Although the following is not part of the point I wanted to make when I first chose this poem, I cannot let it pass without first acknowledging that little awkward incident with the albatross. We are never really told whether disaster struck because it was unlucky to shoot the bird or whether the whole tale is the ghastly imagination of a person racked with superstitious guilt. But, well, you can see what I mean, can't you? Don't fall into that trap today.