"When you start to feel for the man," said Clem, adjusting his tie, "that's when you know it's tidal...that's when you know there's a turning that's pendulous, swinging tight and fine, like a fiddler's bitch."
Clem loathes Shepherd's Pie. Understand that first. Understand his loathing for the Pie is everlasting, deep as shipwrecks. Now understand this: he loathes President Bush even more. Wrap your head around that one, pilgrims.
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