The Chief of Police in Hanoi
Has no time for sorrow or joy.
Impassive, he waits
For the petulant Fates
To toss him aside like a toy.

So, insofar as we admire lawmen at all, do we admire the hard-bitten Stoical type? Surely we require a certain degree of imagination – not, as above, superstition – in those who are paid to arrest us?