But how much of a secret do we have? If he’s warning me to be silent, can I assume he’s going to follow suit? I leave the meeting and head back to my hotel. My head is spinning. Did I just make a huge mistake? Did I totally embarrass myself? What the fuck did I do? I just told a committed Marxist that Russia had Clinton’s emails, and he was meeting Putin the next day—and then accompanying him on a pilgrimage to the Holy Mountain of Athos. Of course, Putin has as much in common with Karl Marx as he does with Groucho Marx, but still.
