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The frown begins with a line biting deep into the bridge of the broad nose. Thin, pale lips turn thinner, paler. Behind black-rimmed glasses, eyes glow with a suggestion of bankedand therefore controlled inner fires. The voice takes over from the frown. Deep and strong ("I have always had a commanding voice"), it needs no microphone to help it carry. Questions come slowly, in careful Southern cadence. In the voice, as if measured carefully by the tapping of a finger on a mahogany table, are righteousness and rebuke, sarcasm and sadness,...
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