You might say that my first encounter with Joe Clark was not entirely friendly. He was speaking at a Communist rally in the Bronx, and several young Socialists, I among them, went with the intention of heckling. We tried, but had to admit we had met a skillful opponent. In those days Joe was pure flame, quick, fierce, with the self-assurance of someone who had a system explaining nature and man. So we retreated, grudgingly.
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