What does it mean, anyway, to try? I've tried, I try. There are times, occasions, in which, or just after which, I say that I tried. I really tried this time, or, I'm trying. Trying only becomes an issue if it's part of a sequence, that of trying and failing. If I succeed then I never think about the trying part, only the successful outcome, the pleasure and surprise of achievement. I'd never think, or say, I really tried this time, if I've succeeded, only if my trying has resulted, yet again, in failure. To try is to make an attempt, to make an effort to succeed, at some specific thing. It's sort of built into the idea of trying that failure is involved. Nice try. Good effort out there. That is, you failed. Failure, in other words, haunts trying, or is trying's black shadow. An honest effort. To fail with dignity is to try with conviction and not to succeed at all. But who's to say? It's subjective. I think I tried, who is anybody to say otherwise? They say, your arms were hanging limp, you were pulling a face, you suddenly got in your car and drove away. We yelled after you, didn't you hear us? No, I didn't. Then again, I wasn't trying.