太色情了！
One remembers being in a Kennedy crowd and suddenly sensing far off on the edge of it a ripple of pressure beginning, and the ripple, which always started at the back, would grow like a wave, surging forward as it gathered strength, until it would squeeze the front rank of the crowd against the wooden barricade, and the barricade would begin to splinter; then the police would rush to reinforce the barricade, shove back, start a counter ripple, and thousands of bodies would, helplessly but ecstatically, be locked in the rhythmic back-and-forth rocking. One remembers the groans and moans; and a frowsy woman mutters coarsely as if to herself, "Oh Jack I love yuh, Jack, I love yuh, Jack-Jack, Jack, I love yuh."Theodore White, The Making of the President 1960 (New York, Pocket Books, 1961)
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