After Arsenal’s loss in the Carling Cup final, I decided to open the second canister in that mysterious stack of dusty old D.W. Griffith films that were apparently never released in the 1910s and ’20s. I don’t know what this means, but I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to feel safe keeping these in the basement. I wonder whether that renegade antiques dealer is still doing business in Chinatown, and whether he’d take them back.