Talking to him on the campaign trail, he seemed to grasp that he was one of the few Republicans in the game who could—if anyone could—forge a Trumpian post-Trump politics.
Or talking to himself?
"Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art."
Blithe Spirit 