<It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
`By thy long beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ?

The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin ;
The guests are met, the feast is set :
May'st hear the merry din.'

He holds him with his skinny hand,
`There was a ship,' quoth he.
`Hold off ! unhand me, grey-beard loon !'
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

The Wedding-Guest is spell-bound by the eye of the old seafaring man, and constrained to hear his tale.



Clinton appears to be accosting total strangers to convince them he gave antiterrorism his best shot. Yeeps. The possibility of Bush becoming a great President, with a long-lasting legacy, may be burning a large, smoking hole through the center of Clinton's mind. Let me know when he starts dressing like his mother...