I am not sure there are many words left to say after a week like this. But perhaps it is worth thinking about the winners, big and small, of that awful day five years ago rather than dwelling on the losers, of whom there are far more.

At a personal, insignificant level, I confess 9/11 was good for me. I was in a kind of male, menopausal funk, writing too little, spinning my wheels, generally uninspired. Even the golf game was bad.