Attached is Judith Miller's (fictional) reply to Scooter Libby:
My dear friend:
I've had sort of a strange, dreamy morning.
Here at the hotel in Washington, I have all the windows open in my apartment and the cool, autumn air is rushing in. I love fall. It's definitely the best time of the year.
Cross-posted at Red State.
In the autumn, I vacation out West. Out there, now, the aspens are turning and they are turning together because their roots are connected. Thinking of the aspens brings back those memories of the West and memories of time that I spent last year and so many years before with your friends in Berlin.
I never thought that I'd be invited to join your friends at your annual meet-up in Berlin, there in the shadows of the last Cold War. I met so many people, so many new friends. Some were Iraqi exiles, some were Iranian intelligence agents. A CEO here, a future vice president there. I was exposed to a whole new level of knowledge about the way the world works. I came away made anew.
What I saw among the aspens and in those long days and nights in Berlin changed me. It gave a new sense, a new direction to my life and work.
But, more importantly, I discovered your purpose and that purpose became mine. We are connected, you and I, connected like the aspens whose roots are connected and we turn in the wind in the same way because of this connection.
There is so much to think about now.
Scooter, I love you -- not as a mistress, but as a dear friend. Our lives and our futures and connected, both above the ground and below.
I am ready to come back, to my life and to my work.
Yours sincerely,
Judy