If you're smart enough—in Bauer's rationale—you don't have to check on the results of your smartness. It was this curiously blind sense of superomniscience that had brought about all of the man's eventual fiascos.

It has got the notion into its paper head that Mr. G., not Mrs. G., is to set table at the White House, and that political pressure is putting its soilsome foot on his conscience to make a dent large enough to hold a bottle of wine.

Ask the billpayer before calling premium-rate telephone numbers.

I bring my wingdog to the park on sunny weekends when I'm dateless.