Joel likes everything to be in order. He sees the world as a problem, an alarming array of chaos which must be tamed and put in order. He knows perfectly well that he can’t control everything, though sometimes during the long bus ride to work, he toys with the idea of being King of the World, deciding what things he’d keep and which would go. For one thing, he thinks, I’d have the buses run on time every day. Every single day. He luxuriates in the thought as he stands in the rain at the bus stop.