There is usually a moment in the life of a new president when he begins to see himself not as an aspirant desperate to win but as a statesman above the squalor and sweat of actual vote getting. Rising men do not like to be reminded of the smell of the stables; dignitaries dislike recollections of the dust through which they have come.

He did apologize profusely. (Does anyone do anything profusely except apologize? Sweat, I guess.)

You bent my words again,” says Goto Dengo. “You spoke crooked words and I straightened them,

Written By Neal Stephenson

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