"But I was just a small-time operator, Dr. Kissinger. I may have been obliged to knock off a pretender to the title now and then, like
"We all have our limitations," Herr Doktor Kissinger interjected in his best, or rather worst, Doctor Strangelovian way. "Though I may be the exception. Perfection was always expected of me almost as much as I expected it of myself. I may have been accused of many things, but never modesty. Realpolitik is my specialty, and nobody's been better at it than my hero Metternich, who did understand his times, though he may have been at a loss to explain this Age of Trump and Trumpismo."
"Who can keep up these days or any days? The times, they keep changin' faster'n the sweep-second hand on your watch, or is that the sands in the hourglass I see dangling from your robe? Technology doesn't stand still any more than time does. Who knows or cares? They say only art endures and for once they, whoever they are, may have a point. For time has an elastic quality, expanding one moment and shrinking the next, producing goats and heroes with equal facility. Speaking of heroes, Colonel Darby should be putt-putting by any time now. That's the way it is with these time warps. You meet the most interesting people -- whether you want to or not. The one thing we can all be sure of in this world and maybe the next, too, is that there ain't no sure thing. It's all a gamble. So place your bets now, ladies and gentlemen, for there's no tomorrow. Or yesterday, either. History is bunk, as that most American of us all,
"Somewhere distinguished diplomats are still meeting to no clear purpose except to mystify rather than clarify," a passerby named Herodotus, who'd seen it all and recorded most of it, observed. "Once upon a different time, men may have understood why they fought and died for great causes, but both the men and the causes now have been dwarfed by small leaders who pretend to be great ones, knowing what they were doing and why. Not leading from behind when they should be out front."
"Instead," the late, not so great
"The great republic that once sought to stretch from sea to shining sea and eventually did now fails to stir entirely too many of us," a passing American historian of the New Immigration named
"But who bothers now about details like truth, justice and confidence? Not to mention the