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we may have just dodged having another resident astrologer in the White House a la Nancy Reagan's. We may have dodged it by a lot, I mean he didn't necccesarily ever have that big a chance, but still.
Wow, I remember McInerney's book, that was Allison Poole? I remember sort of merging the character with the Allison evoked so well in the song of the same name by Elvis Costello, it made a nice soundtrack while reading it.
I always loved the hilarious last lines of that song (it had nothing to do with violence as some had surmised, "my aim is true" was about devotion, he said) which describe, in a self-deprecating way, that embarrasing condition of desiring someone who you think is sort of an idiot:
Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking
When I hear the silly things that you say
I think somebody better put out the big light
'Cause I can't stand to see you this way