“I finally figured it out,” my father announced one day, suddenly entering the living room from his office. “I figured out why my wedding made everyone go crazy.” I was a teenager, perhaps in high school. He had been deep into one of his intellectual pursuits, quite unrelated to his job as a media analyst for an intelligence agency. Some book he had rea…
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