there was something about her that made her well-suited for life in the public eye. She had the gaze, the smile, an entire well of viewpoints that never seemed to run dry. She was able to get her bearings and form an opinion on some topic in the span of one minute—or perhaps more accurately, what passed for “an opinion,” and which could easily transform into its opposite at the blink of an eye, like a game, as if the subject matter itself was an irrelevant appendix to the verbal flexing made visible by its light.
