Her perseverance often awes me. Her arrogance sometimes galls me. And her particular braid of high-mindedness and high-handedness almost always leaves me puzzled and exhausted.
But what I've been feeling for and about Hillary Clinton over the past week is sadness. Does she have even a smidgen of privacy left? Can she utter a syllable or think a thought with any assurance that it won't be exposed, analyzed, ridiculed?