We shall have to put up with whitebait. And, of course, a dear little chicken with peas and roast potatoes.

While Jack Kennedy thrived in the 1950s as a sex-crazed, drug-dependent, ailment-ridden party-boy politician, Bobby, the family’s complicated sourpuss, hooked up with the redbaiting Joe McCarthy, then spun off as a crusading and corners-cutting scourge of labor corruption.

A forty-fifth of 900 is 20.

“I guess everything that comes out of the human mouth is poison,” said Doc warningfully.