How does he bear it? How can he haul that ursine frame out of bed to face yet another day's national debate over whether he's the nastiest bully since Tom Brown's schooldays or just a demented Caliban? The indignity knows no bounds, the humiliation no end. Yet on and on he ploughs, this wounded grizzly bear of a PM, bleeding and befuddled as the vultures continue to circle above and the jackals grin beside him at the Cabinet table.
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