For him (LBJ) food was not an indulgence but and intoxicant, an object he reached for to fill a gaping void, one he coul — Jonathan Darman, Landslide: LBJ and Ronald Reagan at the Dawn of a New America
For him (LBJ) food was not an indulgence but and intoxicant, an object he reached for to fill a gaping void, one he coul — Jonathan Darman, Landslide: LBJ and Ronald Reagan at the Dawn of a New America
For him (LBJ) food was not an indulgence but and intoxicant, an object he reached for to fill a gaping void, one he coul — Jonathan Darman, Landslide: LBJ and Ronald Reagan at the Dawn of a New America
For him (LBJ) food was not an indulgence but and intoxicant, an object he reached for to fill a gaping void, one he coul — Jonathan Darman, Landslide: LBJ and Ronald Reagan at the Dawn of a New America
For him (LBJ) food was not an indulgence but and intoxicant, an object he reached for to fill a gaping void, one he coul — Jonathan Darman, Landslide: LBJ and Ronald Reagan at the Dawn of a New America
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For him (LBJ) food was not an indulgence but and intoxicant, an object he reached for to fill a gaping void, one he could never fill up.

— Jonathan Darman, Landslide: LBJ and Ronald Reagan at the Dawn of a New America
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