Their constituents back home would have been astonished. Fifteen mayors sitting in a row with their eyes closed, pointing their index fingers toward an imaginary ball of light. They are responding to commands from a bearded therapist who soothingly urges them to "draw the healing spheres" to them. After playing a tape of Beethoven's Pastoral, the therapist leads his subjects into a mental pasture, where they are to find a cool stream and feel a pleasant breeze.
A private sanitarium for unhinged politicians? Not at all. The setting is a bare hotel conference room in Lexington, Ky., and the half-hour...
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