On the other hand, how did we become so unforgiving of reality that we can't excuse a tactical retreat now and then? Are we so sure of recklessness as a guiding principle, especially when combined with such American virtues as bravado and bluster, that we can't accept a pause in the action, an occasional reboot, a marshaling of resources, a restoration of capital, emotional and physical? Is it really so shameful, faced with the certainty of defeat, to stay on the canvas or just drive off the course? To say no mas? To quit? So that, after all, you can start over?