As it happened, Breitbart was on his best behavior. Im here to learn, Andrew said facetiously. It was part of the pleasure of keeping company with him. He wasnt just a friend, he was a co-conspirator. Once we arrived at the apartment, much to Andrews and Ayerss chagrin, they got along famously. Just two guys having dinner, finding commonality, even if Andrew regarded it his hidebound duty to passive-aggressively heckle Ayers as he served us plates of hoisin ribs and farmhouse cheeses. (This is the bomb, Bill, Breitbart said to the former explosives-rigger.)
When Ayers asked me what I was reading right now, I told him Moby Dick, which actually lived up to its billing. Ayers agreed, though added, as any good academic would, Youve picked up the gay subtext? Breitbart nearly choked on his tofu and quinoa. You mean in Moby Dick? Andrew asked. Or at this dinner?
I loved it, too !! He was such a brilliant, savvy and wily curmudgeon.