Grandfather looked away from me and out to sea, and when he spoke, it was as though he spoke to himself. The obligations of normal human kindness – chesed, as the Hebrew has it – that we all owe. But there’s a kind of vanity in thinking you can nurse the world. There’s a kind of vanity in goodness.I could hardly believe my ears. But aren’t we supposed to be good?I’m not sure. Grandfather’s voice was heavy. I do know that we’re not good, and there’s a lot of truth to the saying that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.