The Houdini of political escapology triumphs again as Enda ekes out a long goodbye
Goodbye. It can so often be the saddest of words. And should it be entwined in a final farewell, and a certain kind of leave-taking, it can be heartbreaking, hitting what WB Yeats described as "the deep heart's core".
Sundry thoughts of this nature have no doubt been swirling around the consciousness of Enda Kenny these recent days.
Should he finally accept it's all over - this political life that has defined him for so long? There can be no great mystery about why he would like to cling on, if only to put off, for just a little while longer, the day of reckoning when the final curtain falls, and he departs centre stage.