Don't you dare click over, if you haven't watched.
Watching Don last night made me think of that great Tony Hoagland poem, Sweet Ruin. Hoagland, remembering his father, says that the old man "hails disaster like a cab." That's Don Draper for you. He's being set up for something really, really ugly.
On another note, I love the look on Kinsey's face as Peggy comes up with an idea for Western Union. It's that "Oh shit" moment when you're about to get into a fight, and you look across the way and realize that that cat's blood runs colder than yours. It's like you could see Kinsey saying "I'm not built like that." We all should be lucky enough to find a profession which we're built for, something essential to us.
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