A storm swept across southern New England yesterday. It began as easygoing winds before dawn, but by 9:00 the morning was thoroughly windswept and wet. Turbulence had taken control of things. Trees were tossing, doors were slamming, various objects were blowing down streets and across yards, and even my car seemed to be under the management of the storm. As I drove on some errands, I’m sure I could feel the car flowing this way and that as the wind swerved. I stayed indoors most of the day. It was comforting to sit under a trustworthy lamp and read a disciplined, levelheaded book (Jane Austen’s Emma) while the storm blustered around outside.