Sometimes he seemed like a college student as he sat there on the floor in those jeans and took those endless notes on his yellow pads. At other times he seemed more like a participant in group therapy. He wanted to hear what was wrong with him, how he had failed. Give it to him with the bark off, again and again. He seemed at times almost to savor the punishment. For hours, for days, Jimmy Carter counseled with dozens of diverse citizens flown to the Maryland mountaintop. He was writing one of the most extraordinary chapters in presidential...
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