Remote Diagnosis, and the Confession of a Small Man

This essay requires a confession from me. It is necessary to the question before us. It is necessary for the reader is to understand how I know what I am talking about here. I am not about to confess to some amateur diagnosis of President Trump from afar. That would be both unserious and contrary to the point. The confession is more humiliating than that, as it concerns my own smallness. But…