... Martinez Monsivais’s photo of one President and the next—their heads like busts, almost inversions of each other—is a kind of metaphor for the fact that there have always, and not only since this sad Tuesday, been two spiritual Americas: one of intellect, one of spleen; one graceful, one grubby; one cool, one lit by resentment from below. They tilt their heads toward different horizons; the nations they see, and describe, overlap seldom, if at all.