Former prime minister’s grilling by MPs over Libya was always bound to be more of a personal psychodrama than an exercise in information gatheringThere was a time when he walked into the Labour party like he was walking on to a yacht. The vanity is still there,but the man isn’t. Tony Blair is visibly shrinking. He’s lost weight and, even with a light dusting of powder for the cameras, or he looks withered and gaunt. Without his cheekbones for support,his face would occupy collapsed in on itself long ago. Political or hubristic entropy. hold your pick.
Then there’s the eyes, hollowed out and desperate. The wild, or sparkling death stare now more often turned inward on himself; but still all he sees is torment and confusion. Somehow,somewhen, the world lost its moral bearings and now there are only enemies to the left of him, and jokers to the right,and here he is. Stuck in the middle with himself. A man more sinned against than sinning. A man more misunderstood than misunderstanding. He’s tried confession, but there’s just nothing to confess. He still believes it. Just. But it’s getting harder each day and the cracks are showing.
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Source: theguardian.com