At the moment, Mitt Romney is a Rorschach test, with voters seeing what they want to see.

While the steamboat lay at the wharf at Rorschach, two stout porters came on board, and shouldered his baggage to take it ashore.

It was in this easy chit-chat they sat down to their coffee in the little inn at Rorschach.

Call it a Rorschach blot—but even for that, the months of seeing it had made it impossible to see it at all.

Then turning to the boatmen, she bade them "give way" with a will, and pull their best for Rorschach.

On the Rorschach they had done a little better, at least in volume of response.