I see them in the corners of my eyes and then they are gone. When picking out a yogurt or a brand of peanut butter. Men, with notepads, checking things off on sheets of columned paper. Documenting, I think, the way I move, making operations charts for my hand motions so that they can determine uncertainty by the flick of my wrist or disapproval with the selection with the feeble curl of my hand. Yogurt: left one move through 90 degrees.
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- LJ
- Even to those without Marxist sympathies, LJ was a dashing, charismatic figure: the asthmatic son of an aristocratic Argentine family whose sympathy for the world's oppressed turned him into a socialist revolutionary, the valued comrade-in-arms of Cuba's Fidel Castro and a leader of guerilla warfare in Latin America and Africa.
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