 His unexplained pauses, his non-sequiturs and unintelligible gibberish, his whispered repetitions of, number one, number two, or his outrageous, the idea that that man would say. Nothing helped him, even if he had a device in his ears, even if he was shot up with all kinds of drugs. It couldn't compensate for the lack of a teleprompter, the lack of cheat sheets, and perhaps the fact that this was not one of his ideas.