“Zero chance I’ll quit” = Donald Trump‘s commitment to facing the howling winds and taking his upcoming electoral defeat like a man. If he’s smart (which of course he isn’t), he’ll class up tonight’s debate by politely refusing to touch anything the least bit mucky-mucky, and that means leaving poor Bill Clinton alone. On one level Trump is Richard Nixon after the revelation of the smoking-gun tape, and on another he’s St. Augustine, alive as you or me, tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery with a blanket underneath his arm and a coat of solid gold, searching for the very souls [who’ve] already have been sold.
