"Of course ‘Huey do that,’ dammit! Go aboard a nice French submarine—I know you got a dozen of ’em lurking offshore. Have ’em take you to a nice villa, on Elba, or St. Helena or something. Take a few pet bodyguards. It’s doable! You eat well, you write the memoirs, you’re tanned, rested, and ready. Maybe ... maybe even, someday ... if somehow things get much, much worse here in America ... maybe you’ll even look good . It sounds insane, but I’m not sure I can even judge anymore. Maybe, someday, deliberately imposing schizoid states of mind on unsuspecting human beings will become politically fashionable . But it sure as hell isn’t now. Read tomorrow’s opinion polls. You’re toast."