Imagine that you are Monica Lewinsky. Five weeks have gone by since your life was torn to pieces, and you and your mother are still holed up in her Watergate duplex, with a permanent TV stakeout on the street below. Your lawyer, William Ginsburg, won't let you leave except for the occasional doctor's visit or maximum-security dinner out, and he won't let you talk on the phone. It's jail! And so you pace the curved, windowless corridors, work out in the gym and page Ginsburg a couple of times a day; an old family friend, he has turned into your D.C....
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