His would be a farce or a takeoff on a comic operetta with a theme, perhaps, of piracy, mistaken identity, adultery or impersonation. Picture Donald wailing away in full costume in a light comic opera. It's perfect. He's an actor in his own life, in search of an identity, or a character in search of an author.
He's asking us to give his life meaning and reality, as others always have for him, and he keeps-on because there's nothing inside and it's never enough. He's empty and wanting to be filled but there's nothing for it to adhere to. I am against granting his request. God help us and our nation if we do.
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