The Men in Their Glass Booths

You’ve undoubtedly read about the poor souls who have such compromised immune systems that they have to live their lives in isolation tents. That’s probably but as bad as a body cast. Then there was Eichmann. Robert Shaw wroteThe Man in the Glass Booth and he was Hannah Arendt’s subject (in Eichmann in Jerusalem), whence "the banality of evil."  All of these examples themselves traffic in extremis. Most people like to think they are keeping things close to the chest. Unbeknownst even to themselves they might as well be insects in a terrarium. The female praying mantis partakes of a sexual cannibalism in which they bite off their male counterpart's head. You have undoubtedly heard of women who are accused of being ball busters. The fact is it’s almost impossible to conceal anything. Counter espionage is a far cry, in the age of the digital footprint, from Vidkun Quisling the traitorous Norwegian minister of defense. The advent of AI has put everyone in a goldfish bowl. Disguises are a charade. It’s usually the perpetrator who has the wool pulled over their eyes.

and listen to "The Tracks of My Tears" by Linda Ronstadt