won't read about it. But there are lines that go back six blocks... . “There is one allegiance that unites us all, to America, America... . We all salute with pride the same American flag ... and we are all equal, equal in the eyes of Almighty God... . We’re equal ... and I want to thank, by the way, the evangelical community, the Christian community, communities of faith, rabbis and priests and pastors, ministers, because the support for me, as you know, was a record, not only numbers of people but percentages of those numbers who voted for Trump ... an amazing outpouring and I will not disappoint you ... as long as we have faith in each other and trust in God then there is no goal beyond our reach ... there is no dream too large ... no task too great ... we are Americans and the future belongs to us ... America is roaring. It’s going to be bigger and better and stronger than ever before... .” Inside the West Wing, some had idly speculated about how long he would go on if he could command time as well as language. The consensus seemed to be forever. The sound of his own voice, his lack of inhibition, the fact that linear thought and presentation turned out not at all to be necessary, the wonder that this random approach seemed to command, and his own replenishing supply of free association—all this suggested that he was limited only by everyone else’s schedule and attention span. Trump’s extemporaneous moments were always existential, but more so for his aides than for him. He spoke obliviously and happily, believing himself to be a perfect pitch raconteur and public performer, while everyone with him held their breath. If a wackadoo moment occurred on the occasions—the frequent occasions—when his remarks careened in no clear direction, his staff had to go into intense method-acting response. It took absolute discipline not to acknowledge what everyone could see. * KK As the president finished up his speech, Richard Spencer, who in less than four months from th