tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435020087790887201.post9135018971939214930..comments2007-12-11T07:33:23.901-08:00MartaSzabohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07554422492794060801noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435020087790887201.post-27574255849542474772007-11-15T18:02:00.000-08:002007-11-15T18:02:00.000-08:00"And when he had no idea what was going on with you he would give a sharp look – rather like Rod Steiger playing a tough but shrewd and kindly Southern sheriff – that could convince you he knew more about what was going on with you than you yourself could ever know. This ability to read people, so useful to a therapist who wants to help people, so dangerous in the hands of a cult leader who wants to both help and enslave people. And this pretense that he knew things he could not know so very dangerous to his followers."<BR/><BR/>This landscape you describe. I know it, but as I read your words it reminds me of the first time I read Dante's Inferno. Oh, merde. <BR/><BR/>Awesome. awesome. Thanks you. <BR/><BR/>Have to save the rest of this marvelous reading/writing for another moment. <BR/><BR/>WowAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com