And God, if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was a Kennedy,
                                with how he dressed, by which he spoke, in the way that he walked: 
               handsome, and destined for incontestable greatness— 

                                    and when you looked at him you couldn’t help but wonder if, he too, 
                                much like the others,
                                                                        were cursed for all eternity.