The thought of putting on a suit that had been moldering away in Dr. Rhodes's mothbally basement through Johnson's tumid utopianism, Nixon's grim Machiavellianism, Ford's linebackerish solidity, Carter's nutria-incensing malaise, Reagan's ultraviscus trickle-down nonsense, Bush's patrician scanner-amazement, and Clinton's philandering welfare 'reform' struck me as undignified. [...]