Hollow man?

Sometimes when I observe Mitt Romney, I am reminded of T.S. Eliot’s poem “The Hollow Men”. There seems to be no “there” there. He seems to be repeating what someone has told him to say: he has been filled with words delivered without any substantive presence. (Indeed, we know that he can utter two contradictory beliefs within days, perhaps even within moments, of each other without blinking an eye or a change of expression.) He seems to be “stuffed” like Eliot’s hollow men: “[their] headpiece filled with straw. Alas!… [whose dried voices] Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass.”