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OCCUPATION: Bard…undeniable (if bewildering) icon. Reserve Rat-Packer.

HOBBY: Wet-works aficionado. Vintage cars and Cuban cigars.

LAST BOOK READ: The Interior Life of Gracie Burns by Roland Barthes.

LATEST ACCOMPLISHMENT: “Cutting out the tongues of the voices in my head.”

WHY I DO WHAT I DO: “The alternative, for the rest of you, is unthinkable: It’s my world; you all just clutter it up. So, please me, now.”

QUOTE: “I’m tired. Enough with the Grand Néant: Where’s my Nimue?”

PROFILE: Poet. Screenwriter. Country songwriter. Raconteur. The most dangerous (and improbable) beltway habitué to ever land in a White House cabinet. Sinatra said of Fiske: “Screw Liddy: G. Gordon isn’t fit to carry Bud’s Olivetti. Bud’s our Gasser Laureate.”

HIS SCOTCH: Dewar’s “White Label,” neat. “If I’ve gotta drink blended, make mine Dewar’s.”