I’m linking to Alexandra Petri’s recent column in the Washington Post not because I want to draw attention to US politics just now (but really, America, really?). I’m linking because this is a gorgeous piece of writing about Chris Christie, the man who stood behind Donald Drumpf and simply… listened.
It was not a thousand-yard stare. That would understate the vast and impenetrable distance it encompassed.
He looked as if he had seen a ghost and the ghost had made him watch Mufasa die again.
He had the eyes of a man who has looked into the heart of light, the silence. A man who had seen the moment of his greatness flicker, and seen the eternal footman hold his coat, and snicker.
And, in short, he looked afraid.