The Misanthrope’s Corner

I KNEW there was something familiar about Bill Clinton. The moment Paula Jones said “hotel” and “convention” my youth came back to me. The Prez reminds me of the Man on the Plane, the ubiquitous middle-aged businessman with husband written all over him who lives for out-of-town flings.

Like the laws of the Medes and the Persians, his seduction line altereth not. You can tell how many times he must have said it by the way it all runs together. His “God you’re lovely I’ve got to have you let’s go to bed” sounds like the flight attendant’s “Please fasten your seatbelts and place your serving tray in the upright position.”

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Florence King

Florence King was a contributing editor of National Review.

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I KNEW there was something familiar about Bill Clinton. The moment Paula Jones said “hotel” and “convention” my youth came back to me. The Prez reminds me of the Man on the Plane, the ubiquitous middle-aged businessman with husband written all over him who lives for out-of-town flings.

Like the laws of the Medes and the Persians, his seduction line altereth not. You can tell how many times he must have said it by the way it all runs together. His “God you’re lovely I’ve got to have you let’s go to bed” sounds like the flight attendant’s “Please fasten your seatbelts and place your serving tray in the upright position.”