One quote from Miss Cook’s diary relates their intimate bedroom encounters this way: “I open the door, that Barack keeps closed, to his room, and enter into a warm, private space pervaded by a mixture of smells that so strongly speak of his presence, his liveliness, his habits—running sweat, Brut spray deodorant, smoking, eating raisins, sleeping, breathing.” The poetic commas are all her’s by the way.
Ayers' work; hippie/marxist bodice ripper.
1,036 posted on 07/28/2012 9:36:29 PM PDT by little jeremiah
(Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point. CSLewis)