me even more seriously, his eyes seeming to say sweetheart, if we were in Moscow you’d end up in a mental ward, but at the same time (I noticed this too) as if he were thinking, well, what does it matter, madness is madness is madness, and sadness too, and at the end of the day the three of us are Americans, children of Caliban, lost in the great American wilderness, and I think that touched me, to see a spark of understanding, a spark of tolerance in the eyes of that powerful man, as if he were saying don’t take it to heart, Barbara, I know how these things are, and then, like an idiot, I
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Children of caliban
