In the notes for his unfinished final novel, The Last Tycoon, F. Scott Fitzgerald famously and portentously wrote “there are no second acts in American lives.”
Nowhere is this less true than in politics, American or otherwise.
Indeed, when I met Donald Trump in 1997, he was a has-been who patiently waited alone in the bowels of the Metro Toronto Convention Centre to be interviewed by a city reporter for a fluffy human-interest story.
