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conversations.value: a plot for a book about Lockwood, Awad, Patrick entitled The Better Angels
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conversations.value: The Better Angels: The novel\'s inciting incident is when one-legged Clive Wilmot, an Englishmen (England is out of money, and Eton-educated British often work as servants to wealthy Americans) arrives uninvited at the Grahams\' Midsummer Party, telling Patrick that President Lockwood, who is supposedly liberal and a champion of the people, had Ibn Awad executed.\nPatrick Graham goes to visit Horace Hubbard at his home in Beirut, and learns that Ibn Awad had dysgraphia from a lesion in his brain that rendered him unable to write, and presumed uneducatable and illiterate.\nPatrick later learns that he is slightly behind in this information.\nAwad\'s Muslim followers admire his illiteracy, and he is well known to have scribes to take dictation for him.\nEventually, though, Patrick obtains an audiocassette from a presidential aide named Jack Philindros, in which President Lockwood orders Horace to arrange for the murder of Awad, believing that Awad has nuclear bombs that he plans to use on Jerusalem and New York City.\nHe is believed to have connection with a terrorist group called the Eye of Gaza that has been using suicide bombers in airplanes over Jerusalem and Tel Aviv.\nPatrick is unable to resist a good story, though he is devoted to President Lockwood in spite of Lockwood\'s own failings.\nLarge cities are dark at night to conserve electricity, and garbage pickup has stopped, causing urban areas to become squalid and filthy.\nBased on what he learns, when he finally broadcasts the story, he claims that Lockwood saved Jerusalem and New York by his action, although the nuclear bombs were never found.\nUntil Mallory starts pressing the issue, the announcement that Lockwood had Awad killed makes little impact on the polls.\nEmily, however, becomes convinced that her first child with Julian died in the womb as a direct result of learning of his and Horace\'s involvement in the murder of Awad.\nOnly Julian and Emily treat it as an actual death, having seen the fetus, about the size of a finger, in the toilet.\nAt the novel\'s climax, Clive Wilmot is identified as the source of the nuclear bombs, although the fact that he is willing to sit on their cases indicates an unlikelihood that they ever existed in the first place.\nHe is given a fortune in Swiss bank notes that he leave sin a cave in Hagreb.\nHe is met by an American calling himself "Hugo" who gives him a Mercedes and disappears into the crowd.\nWhile urinating at a roadside, Hamad, leader of the Eye of Gaza, gets out of the trunk and stangles him, reminding him of a tight but cavernous woman with whom he slept while in college.\nRose MacKenzie, lover of Horace Hubbard and a mathematician in charge of FIS computer systems, reveals that she is able to steal the election.\nWith the passcodes "a sunlit upland" in a speech made by Lockwood the abandoned Washington Mall after terrorist attacks at speeches in landmark locations, and "pastrami, hold the mayonnaise," Rose gets a certain number of votes in places where computerized voting is set up (only in California, New York, and Michigan) for Mallory and gives them to Lockwood, causing him to win the election by a very close margin.\nMallory refuses to give a concession speech.
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conversations.value: The Better Angels: The novel\'s inciting incident is when one-legged Clive Wilmot, an Englishmen (England is out of money, and Eton-educated British often work as servants to wealthy Americans) arrives uninvited at the Grahams\' Midsummer Party, telling Patrick that President Lockwood, who is supposedly liberal and a champion of the people, had Ibn Awad executed. \nPatrick Graham goes to visit Horace Hubbard at his home in Beirut, and learns that Ibn Awad had dysgraphia from a lesion in his brain that rendered him unable to write, and presumed uneducatable and illiterate. \nPatrick later learns that he is slightly behind in this information. \nAwad\'s Muslim followers admire his illiteracy, and he is well known to have scribes to take dictation for him. \nEventually, though, Patrick obtains an audiocassette from a presidential aide named Jack Philindros, in which President Lockwood orders Horace to arrange for the murder of Awad, believing that Awad has nuclear bombs that he plans to use on Jerusalem and New York City. \nHe is believed to have connection with a terrorist group called the Eye of Gaza that has been using suicide bombers in airplanes over Jerusalem and Tel Aviv. \nPatrick is unable to resist a good story, though he is devoted to President Lockwood in spite of Lockwood\'s own failings. \nLarge cities are dark at night to conserve electricity, and garbage pickup has stopped, causing urban areas to become squalid and filthy. \nBased on what he learns, when he finally broadcasts the story, he claims that Lockwood saved Jerusalem and New York by his action, although the nuclear bombs were never found. \nUntil Mallory starts pressing the issue, the announcement that Lockwood had Awad killed makes little impact on the polls. \nOpinion of Patrick Graham goes up when Emily Hubbard covers him for that magazine for which she writes. \nEmily, however, becomes convinced that her first child with Julian died in the womb as a direct result of learning of his and Horace\'s involvement in the murder of Awad. \nOnly Julian and Emily treat it as an actual death, having seen the fetus, about the size of a finger, in the toilet. \nAt the novel\'s climax, Clive Wilmot is identified as the source of the nuclear bombs, although the fact that he is willing to sit on their cases indicates an unlikelihood that they ever existed in the first place. \nHe is given a fortune in Swiss bank notes that he leave sin a cave in Hagreb. \nHe is met by an American calling himself "Hugo" who gives him a Mercedes and disappears into the crowd. \nWhile urinating at a roadside, Hamad, leader of the Eye of Gaza, gets out of the trunk and stangles him, reminding him of a tight but cavernous woman with whom he slept while in college. \nRose MacKenzie, lover of Horace Hubbard and a mathematician in charge of FIS computer systems, reveals that she is able to steal the election. \nWith the passcodes "a sunlit upland" in a speech made by Lockwood the abandoned Washington Mall after terrorist attacks at speeches in landmark locations, and "pastrami, hold the mayonnaise," Rose gets a certain number of votes in places where computerized voting is set up (only in California, New York, and Michigan) for Mallory and gives them to Lockwood, causing him to win the election by a very close margin. \nMallory refuses to give a concession speech.
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conversations.value: The Better Angels
  On the floor of the convention, projection screens had been erected so that the delegates could see the landing. The television images, delayed thirty-five minutes in their voyage at the speed of light over the vast distance between the two planets, were as always more brilliant than the true colors of life. The cameras on Ganymede were able to capture, even from a distance of almost seven hundred thousand miles, only a portion of the unimaginably huge disk of Jupiter. But from the rubbled landing site on Ganymede, everyone on earth could see the boiling surface of the planet, thirty-five times as bright as the full moon seen from earth, the eruptions in its atmosphere—storms that were larger than earth and older than the human race. The earthly mind had been projected onto the surface of another astral body.
  Franklin Mallory had done this. He and Susan Grant, still in their quiet room with the feeble lights of San Francisco outside the window, watched the transmission from Ganymede. After a long time, the networks began intercutting shots of other watchers: the silent rows of delegates on the floor of the convention that was going to nominate Mallory for the presidency for a third time later that evening; silent crowds in public squares; presidents and dicta- tors and the last kings left on earth. Many faces, like Susan Grant's, were wet with tears. For once there were no interviews. Men with microphones stood silent in the silent crowds.
  Jupiter's image vanished from the television screen. Franklin Mallory said, "Those were the loveliest moments of my life."
  Mallory and Susan went by helicopter to the Cow Palace. Awaiting Mallory on the podium was the only other presidential candidate the party had ever had. He was an uncompromising old oilman who had run on Mallory's ideas before the country was ready for them. Twice he had gone down to defeat to make Mallory's final victory possible. Now he struck the gavel twice and filled his lungs.
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conversations.value: Mallory, indeed, was running a strange campaign. He had made no public appearances since the convention in San Francisco. As Lockwood barnstormed the country, Mallory remained in his mansion on Fifth Avenue. He spoke on television every tenth day, gave a news conference every second Tuesday; Susan Grant spoke quietly to favored reporters.
  The media, their electrical cables running from throbbing mobile units, clustered outside Mallory's house, interviewing the advisers who came and went in a steady procession. Each had a self-effacing statement to make; all referred to Mallory as "the President"; gradually the interviewers began to do the same, in order to save themselves the irritation of being corrected by the persons they were interviewing when they called Mallory by his own name. At night, ambassadors and foreign ministers and even a foreign head of state or two came in by the garage entrance. They too were caught in the glare of the portable television lights.
  Through all these events, Mallory remained calm, fluent, confident. From time to time he let himself be interviewed. Apart from his formula about Ibn Awad, he never said the same thing twice; or at least never spoke in the same words. Lockwood, in the tradition of campaigning politicians, had a set speech; he hammered out the same phrases day after day, in city after city. Of the two candidates, Mallory in his mansion in New York was the more remote, the more presidential. Those men who let themselves be interviewed on the sidewalk by his front door somehow had the king's odor still on them. The Mallory campaign was a great novelty; the fact that it was being done as it was being done was in itself a fascinating news story.
  The girl, struggling to breathe, for Patrick's hand was very tight against her face, twisted away. She looked at him with fear. He had shown her a lot of himself in their sexual life, but this was unmasked ferocity.
  He turned and smiled at her. She was sitting up, cross-legged, at the edge of the bed. The red marks of his fingers were still on her cheeks, as if he had slapped her. Patrick smiled and touched her with a gentler hand.
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conversations.value: Mallory, indeed, was running a strange campaign. He had made no public appearances since the convention in San Francisco. As Lockwood barnstormed the country, Mallory remained in his mansion on Fifth Avenue. He spoke on television every tenth day, gave a news conference every second Tuesday; Susan Grant spoke quietly to favored reporters.
  The media, their electrical cables running from throbbing mobile units, clustered outside Mallory's house, interviewing the advisers who came and went in a steady procession. Each had a self-effacing statement to make; all referred to Mallory as "the President"; gradually the interviewers began to do the same, in order to save themselves the irritation of being corrected by the persons they were interviewing when they called Mallory by his own name. At night, ambassadors and foreign ministers and even a foreign head of state or two came in by the garage entrance. They too were caught in the glare of the portable television lights.
  Through all these events, Mallory remained calm, fluent, confident. From time to time he let himself be interviewed. Apart from his formula about Ibn Awad, he never said the same thing twice; or at least never spoke in the same words. Lockwood, in the tradition of campaigning politicians, had a set speech; he hammered out the same phrases day after day, in city after city. Of the two candidates, Mallory in his mansion in New York was the more remote, the more presidential. Those men who let themselves be interviewed on the sidewalk by his front door somehow had the king's odor still on them. The Mallory campaign was a great novelty; the fact that it was being done as it was being done was in itself a fascinating news story.
  The girl, struggling to breathe, for Patrick's hand was very tight against her face, twisted away. She looked at him with fear. He had shown her a lot of himself in their sexual life, but this was unmasked ferocity.
  He turned and smiled at her. She was sitting up, cross-legged, at the edge of the bed. The red marks of his fingers were still on her cheeks, as if he had slapped her.
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conversations.value: Charlotte looked into Patrick's face. She could only see his profile: his eyes were fixed on the painting, he wouldn't look at her. His lower lip was caught between his teeth and the skin was white where he bit himself.
  Charlotte threw back her head, she had a finer throat than the girl in the Tissot, and drank her wine at a single swallow.
  Months later a Chinese official delivers his ashes to the American consulate in Beijing, and a memorial service is held in Washington. But the Old Boys of the CIA are not convinced that their ex-colleague is dead and embark upon a thrilling search that takes them from Xinjiang to Brazil, from Rome to Moscow and to a secret more dangerous than any of them expected. Paul Christopher, at the height of his powers, believes he knows who arranged the assassination of John F. Kennedy. His theory is so destructive to the legend of the dead president, and so dangerous to the survival of foreign policy, that he is ordered to halt his investigation. But he is a man who lives by, and for, the truth and his internal compunctions force him to the heart of the matter.
  After resigning from the Agency, he embarks on a tour of investigation that takes him from Paris to Zurich, the Congo and Saigon. Threatened by Kennedy's assassins and by his own government, Christopher follows the scent of his suspicion one breath behind the truth, one step ahead of discovery and death.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about November.
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conversations.value: Charlotte looked into Patrick's face. She could only see his profile: his eyes were fixed on the painting, he wouldn't look at her. His lower lip was caught between his teeth and the skin was white where he bit himself. 
  Charlotte threw back her head, she had a finer throat than the girl in the Tissot, and drank her wine at a single swallow. 
  Months later a Chinese official delivers his ashes to the American consulate in Beijing, and a memorial service is held in Washington. But the Old Boys of the CIA are not convinced that their ex-colleague is dead and embark upon a thrilling search that takes them from Xinjiang to Brazil, from Rome to Moscow and to a secret more dangerous than any of them expected. 
  November 1963. Paul Christopher, at the height of his powers, believes he knows who arranged the assassination of John F. Kennedy. His theory is so destructive to the legend of the dead president, and so dangerous to the survival of foreign policy, that he is ordered to halt his investigation. But he is a man who lives by, and for, the truth and his internal compunctions force him to the heart of the matter. 
  After resigning from the Agency, he embarks on a tour of investigation that takes him from Paris to Zurich, the Congo and Saigon. Threatened by Kennedy's assassins and by his own government, Christopher follows the scent of his suspicion one breath behind the truth, one step ahead of discovery and death.