Fresh off all the slaphappy gods of the Greeks and a world where no one seems to take responsibility for his actions (or His actions), I’m finding comforting the torments of Dante’s Inferno, where you get what you deserve. I’m troubled though by the figure of Luck (who seems to be, in fact, a lady, if not a Lady). According to Virgil, God, that cruel jokester, seems to have created Luck to wander around, unhampered by His intentions, to bestow her graces on whomever she feels like, whenever, wherever, without regard for anything they’ve done to deserve it or not. So can Luck be come-hithered? Can she be bought? Does she really not care for umbrellas opened up indoors?