Arrayed against them as hard-core troops: an elite! the Freud-ridden embers of Marxism, good old American anxiety strata-the urban middle-class with their proliferated monumental adenoidal resentments, their secret slavish love for the oncoming hegemony of the computer and the suburb, yes, they and their children, by the sheer ironies, the sheer ineptitude, the kinks of history, were now being compressed into more and more militant stands, their resistance to the war some hopeless melange, somehow firmed, of Pacifism and closet Communism. And their children-on a freak-out from the suburbs to a love-in on the Pentagon wall.
( Norman Mailer )
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