It is Saturday evening of a hard campaign week, and the candidate is tired. His expressive hands play with thick budgetary studies by the Brookings Institution that lie on the coffee table before him. Scattered at his feet are books that he has had little time for recently: Thomas Merton on Zen, Arnold Toynbee on the future, Idries Shah on Sufi parables. As the twilight fades, the soothing voice of Judy Collins drifts through the room from the hi-fi in the corner: " 'Cause she's touched your perfect body with her mind."
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