Oh, nonot the New Hampshire primary! Not yet! Those images of Jimmy and Scoop, Mo and Sarge, Ronnie and Jerry cluttering the television screens and the front pages have barely begun to fade. And here they are, by any measure a full year too soon, about to assault us once again. So brace yourself for those film clips of frigid handshakes at the gates of bleak factories, with candidates snorting white steam from mouths and nostrils, of flinty, numb voters nodding vacantly at vacant campaign promises; of parka-encased reporters up to their knees in...

