Overnight fame can unsteady a twenty-nine-year-old, especially when the fame stirs as much resentment as admiration. Randall Terry is becoming famous for leading attacks on abortion clinics throughout the US. 'Why do you think I don't read most of the things written about me?' Terry asks after I have just watched him read and reread with ferocious attentiveness an unfavorable article about him in a California paper. The question, he shows by waiting for an answer, is not rhetorical but almost inquisitorial. 'I don't know,' I answer. 'Perhaps to preserve your equanimity.' He looks blank. 'What's equanimity?' He does not go into the storm of publicity ballasted by much knowledge.
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