He was remembering the election night he spent in Denmark listening to a rich strudel of language lapped around the names of candidates he’d long since tired of hearing about at home. The incomprehensibility was almost a relief, although he was anxious to see numbers. He was both pleased and distressed at the amount of attention paid abroad to US elections, but what to do? A few well-placed reactions and he’d manage to join in. Popcorn and a few drinks. More rounds of reinforcements as the night wore on. The immense pressure he felt as The Opponent took several early successes. How could he hold his head up here if the unthinkable were to occur? It could not be thought.
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