He disappeared,
babe.
If not in the flesh, then
certainly in spirit, we
were all there, this past
week, in Sandburg's city
of broad shoulders, when
our Jeb declared himself
to be his own man.
A more sublime delusion
is not available on the
meat racks of Rush Street,
than our lad's conception
(a family trait) of re-
inventing history in his
own life. Originating the
dawn, when it's one's own
turn to impersonate the sun.
Bobby Darin
Mack the Knife
op. cit.
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