Quickly, I counted the number of diners... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 (including this one hiding in the shadows... it couldn't be? Could it!) ... but where was the 12th diner? "There has to be a 12th diner!" I peered even closer and behind the little waiter, the little serving figure, was the arm of the 12th diner. It was a revelation: I was absolutely positive I was looking at Vincent's version of The Last Supper. |
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In my run for U.S. Senate against Utah's Orrin Hatch, I posted many progressive ideas and principles that I internalized over the years. I'm leaving that site up indefinitely, since it describes what I believe most members of our species truly (more...)