Monday, May 22, 2017

the last book I ever read (David Talbot's Season of the Witch, excerpt eight)

from Season of the Witch: Enchantment, Terror, and Deliverance in the City of Love by David Talbot:

At one point, Randy reached out to Jack Scott, asking him to dinner at a house in San Francisco, where they ate roast beef and drank vodka late into the night while the publisher pumped him for information about Patty. On another occasion, Scott met Randy and Catherine at a Mexican restaurant in Ghirardelli Square near San Francisco’s Fisherman’s Wharf, where he reported to them that Patty was growing increasingly disenchanted with the Harrises’ macho style as she developed a feminist consciousness and was talking of secretly visiting her parents. Randy wondered if Patty might agree to return if Catherine resigned from the UC Board of Regents, but again his wife refused adamantly, saying that she didn’t trust “that little weasel Scott.” She was growing increasingly fed up with her husband’s dalliances with the radical underground.

“Randy would meet with anybody who might help find Patty,” recalled Weir. “He struck me as a very uptight, traditional person, but sincere. When I look back at him through older eyes, the eyes of a father, I feel sorry for what he went through. He would have given away his whole fortune to get her back safely. I think the whole thing broke his heart.”

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