DONALD TRUMP IS in a hurry to make as many deals as possible within the limited span of four years, as if his storied transactional power could overcome the conventional hurdles of geopolitics—and reshape history after his “terrific” imagination. And he was hoping that the Norwegian Nobel Committee would not overlook his contributions to bringing enemies to the peace table and disarming clandestine nuclear wannabes. He was indeed rebuffed by India for taking credit for ending its retaliation against Pakistan in the wake of the massacre at Pahalgam, Kashmir, but that didn’t stop him from calling the Indian prime minister a good friend. What must have irked him was that an appreciative nod from New Delhi would have added to his campaign for the Nobel. And then they gave it, on the eve of the Gaza deal, to a Trump-friendly crusader in Venezuela fighting against the Maduro dictatorship from her hideout, and who, on winning the Prize, did the “nice thing” by reportedly telling Trump that “I’m accepting this in honour of you, because you really deserved it.” That was like throwing chilli flakes into his bleeding ego: Thank you for reminding me that I’m being consistently denied what I deserve, and am I condemned to manage a world that saw, not long ago, a predecessor of mine winning the Prize for not being George W Bush. Come on!