Sunday, September 9, 2012

If you're awake, how come you don't already have your feet on?

 We have this conversation
 pretty much nearly every
 morning. There is always
 A Wait for Someone to put
 his feet on, before we go
 outside. And going out is
 very, very large. We just
 do not understand unfoot-
 edness in a gentleman.

To a certain extent, we rely on 
this first outing of the day to
help us get our footing, broadly
speaking, in the context of what
to expect of the day. We might
go to bed, for example, savour-
and we take this into account in
our stride. For example, we dozed
securely in his vow to extinguish
the new civil right to health care;
and yet, no sooner had the news of
Meet the Press poured in, than he
had evidently seen a poll gauging
its intense popularity, and there
went that assurance, in his newly
generic embrace of more or less
the whole statute, except possibly
some parts which might be unpopul-
ar later on. Ask him another day,
you might say. 

We don't wish to be indelicate in
the matter, but living on a farm,
we are cognisant of where we step
in the morning, and so it doesn't
occur to us to scatter convictions
like so much night soil of a head-
less herd. Would it be asking too
much, do you suppose, for someone
to pose the question of Mr Romney, 
If you're awake, how come you don't
already have your feet on? That, or
we wish he'd keep off our farm.


The New York Times
  The Shallow End of the Campaign 
September 10th

Amy Davidson
Does Mitt have a preëxisting condition?
  The New Yorker
September 10th

The New York Times
  The Caucus blog
September 9th


  1. I didn't know...
    Can't write because my eyes are wet
    and because I do not know what to write
    I am so sorry

  2. Some information comes as a kind of instruction, and I know better than to wish to instruct you in anything - and certainly not, in having any obligation to write. You know, he loved you, Tassos, with his pure-black eyes.