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With his computer-like mind and his joyous addiction to pressing the flesh, Clinton was a brilliant campaigner. Almost too brilliant: toward the end his biggest vulnerability was his reputation as a dexterous accommodator, the schoolboy politician perennially concerned about preserving his political viability. On one of his last nights on the trail, Clinton told a crowd that Teddy Roosevelt had shaken thousands of hands at his Inauguration. "Maybe this is a record I will break," Clinton exulted. Maybe, but once he takes office the born pleaser will have to master a different art: that of displeasing people. He will...
Clayton argues that the "tide of endless wanting" that swamped him was a particularly salient characteristic of the Ford years: "The paradise of the flesh was at hand. What had been unthinkable under Eisenhower and racy under ! Kennedy had become, under Ford, almost compulsory." And he remembers all this activity as being comparatively worry-free: "Bodily fluids had no deadly viral dimension in the dear old Ford days; one dabbled and frolicked in them without trying to picture the microscopic galaxies within, the squadrons of spherical space ships knobby with keys for fatally unlocking our cell walls." This stands...
...Faith" inevitably moves to an undaunted celebration of the woman's body. In the final scene, the women, now nude, recline sensually in heaps of flesh or depart from the group to reach again toward the heavens. In one particularly striking moment, the seven naked women stand in a line and walk directly toward the audience. They force us to confront their sexuality, saying "Here are our bodies...
...flesh is always so weak when the spirit is willing. My cerebral loins were girded into play mode--I thought I knew them all, that Miller, this Bard, Mr. Pinter--but my big toe clamored for a rewarding scratch. My bladder squealed with the agony of Colombian coffee, and the buttocks murmured about the iniquity of the sitting posture. Stomach wanted popcorn, hair demanded combing, and the mind wandered into esoterica. Fight it Gubba, said I, and I did. All resources were summoned onto the stage and bodily rebellion was quashed...
...were able to tell stories and get to know each other." They also drew huge and enthusiastic crowds, pumped up partly by local journalists who could not afford to fly on a campaign plane but eagerly seized on a rare chance to follow candidates around in the flesh. Some local radio stations took to beginning broadcasts about the day's schedule three hours before the first turn of the wheels, updating continually with bulletins on the tour's progress. The enthusiasm communicated itself to the candidates, who responded in kind; not only Clinton but Gore, who can be wooden...