He seemed to be saying that if he and the peasantry could get along without things like Diet Coke, so could she. “He was so sure about some things,” she remembered. “The frustrating thing was, he usually was right.” In the car, she started in on him, accusing him of self-righteousness. She didn’t let up. Finally, he slammed on the brakes, reached across her, and pushed open her door. “Get out!” he yelled, and called her a foul name. She didn’t obey. She sat rigidly in her seat, feeling both offended and also exultant, smiling inwardly, thinking, “Yes! I got to you. You have this human quality.
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