ABSTRACT
I would like to begin this chapter with an adaptation of some remarks I made here at Iowa on another occasion. On this earlier occasion they were made following a cocktail hour, and so, in accord with Overton’s principle of state dependency, those of you who were there may not remember them anyway. These are personal vignettes, but they seem appropriate as an introduction to this brief account of what I learned about frustration as a graduate student, and how, in at least two senses, this has carried over and affected me to the present day.
