Bottum: Some Buried Caesar
7:03 AM, Jan 16, 2008 • By JOSEPH BOTTUM
I often wonder what the pollsters buy, one half so precious as the goods they sell. How did it get so bad? Obama a lock in New Hampshire, McCain rising in Michigan - it's some sad curse to be beloved by the pollsters with their clipboards.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
You know, once you start in on Fitzgerald's translation of the Rubaiyat, it's almost impossible to stop. A new game this season: for every candidate a stanza. For Dennis Kucinich, for instance:
Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
For Hillary Clinton:
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
For Mike Huckabee:
Of threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise!
For Duncan Hunter:
But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays
For Mitt Romney, I thought maybe Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before / I swore - but was I sober when I swore? But it didn't seem quite right. Maybe:
Some for the Glories of This World; and some
For my lost leader, Fred Thompson? How about:
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
And what for Rudy Giuliani? You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse / I made a Second Marriage in my house? No, too mean. Better:
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Indeed, the stanza for them all to sing:
We are no other than a moving row