I was sitting with McCain at a rickety table in a camper, and I was advising him about his campaign. I pointed to an oddly shaped orange-and-black spider crawling down a 70s-era curtain behind his head. I handed him a piece of paper with which to kill it. He killed it, then looked at it ponderously. He said, I liked spiders as a boy.
23 April 2008
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