If there were a national time shortage, the malls would be empty, Netflix would be defunct, and the cable-TV companies would be bankrupt. Ultimately what it boils down to is Sister Patricia Joseph’s cautionary words to me when I was sixteen. I was the designated class artist and she had asked me to draw something for her bulletin board over the weekend. I showed up empty-handed on Monday with the excuse that I hadn’t had enough time. With a steely look, she said quietly, “That’s all right, James. But please understand, even the busiest people find the time for the things they truly value.”
