James Wolcott, once again making us feel dirty
Is it us, or does James Wolcott have some, er, recurring thoughts? (This time I don’t think it’s us.) This time, he’s vividly conjuring up a fantasy of what Plato’s Retreat must have been like, inserting himself as a spectator watching John Bolton cavort amongst the seething, roiling, swapping, swinging masses.
Which is fine, unless you’re John Bolton and you’d prefer not to have people imagine you in the U.N. cafeteria with a woody.
Wolcott’s riff is hung on this
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