I AM BEGINNING TO UNDERSTAND how CIA counterintelligence whiz James Jesus Angleton felt during his obsessive Ahab-like hunt in the 1960s for a Soviet mole who had buried himself in the agency. All life becomes reduced to a hall of mirrors, as someone you almost certainly know has constructed a dual identity of shocking duplicity.
Along with such Clinton campaign veterans as George Stephanopoulos and Mandy Grunwald, I spend my waking hours trying to decipher a political riddle far more baffling than Hillary Clinton's uncanny knack for picking winners in the commodities markets. Who is "Anonymous," the reclusive author of Primary...