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“To the amateur of treason, there is something wonderfully familiar about the Kendall Myers saga–and it has nothing to do with his ideas or his teaching. Rather, it is the class markers–markers that make a spy-hunter of the old school feel like it’s the first day of grouse season. Myers’s patrician upbringing and manners disarmed suspicion. But they also injured him in a way that could only be healed by personal attachment to the ill-mannered man who turned Cuba into a charnel house.”