“As long as Nixon was politically alive – and he was, all the way to the end – we could always be sure of finding the enemy on the Low Road. There was no need to look anywhere else for the evil bastard. He had the fighting instincts of a badger trapped by hounds.”

Whenever Hunter S. Thompson spoke or wrote about Richard Nixon, it was usually accompanied by some barely concealed acknowledgement that his relationship with the 37th President of the United States was symbiotic.