famously beautiful woman, a supermodel, saying she wants to meet with Trump, to dine with him. “I get these all the time.” He starts handing over glossy brochures and color photocopies of magazine articles about Trump, new Trump golf resorts – “The best! You play golf? You need to play there. Tell Rhona [his assistant] to make a call” – luxury condominiums, bigger and better buildings than anyone has ever built before. “These are all first class projects. Trump means quality.”

Here are Fairways + Greens, Southland Golf and other golf magazines I have never heard of – with Trump on the cover. Here are the Nielsen ratings for The Apprentice. And here, of course, is a copy of Trump magazine, and a photocopy of Harper’s Bazaar with daughter Ivanka on the cover. Oh, that’s Ivanka calling. “Ivanka, honey … we’re just talking about where we have some of our jobs going up, honey, tell them.” Ivanka says over the speakerphone they are doing jobs all over the world, from “Jordan to Dubai to Panama to Scotland.”

“Turkey and Egypt,” Donald interrupts her, leaning forward. “Very hot.”

In Trump’s hustle, his tireless selling of condominiums and golf clubs and cufflinks and ties – not to mention his fragrance and bottled water – there is the relentless urgency of a salesman, a deal maker who loves, more than anything else, the action. His presence is infectious, his eagerness, his vanity, his ego, all of it on display and insistent. Look at this. Look at my building. Look at me! » next