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The Busybodies Have Begun To Infect American Society With A Nasty Intolerance - A Zeal To Police The Private Lives Of Others And Hammer Them Into Standard Forms - A Nation Of Finger Pointers.

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The Real 1960s Began On The Afternoon Of November 22, 1963. It Came To Seem That Kennedy's Murder Opened Some Malign Trap Door In American Culture, And The Wild Bats Flapped Out.

The Clinton's Secret Is That They Live In A Morally Discontinuous Universe-events Do Not Have Consequences, And What Happened 15 Minutes Ago Has No Connection To What Happens Now. Beware Of Power When It Masters The Secret Of Popular Amnesia.

As They Marched, The Crowds Lining The Route Broke Into Applause, A Sweet And Deeply Felt Spontaneous Pattering That Was A Sort Of Communal Embrace. Welcome Home.