All the epic allusions contribute to the difficulty Clinton has long had in coming across as, simply, a human being. She is uneasy with the press and ungainly on the stump. Catching a glimpse of the 'real' her often entails spying something out of the corner of your eye, in a moment when she's not trying to be, or to sell, 'Hillary Clinton.'
[heading upstairs to The Factory, J and K pass two models]
Young Agent K: For such an ungainly species, they've really thrived here on Earth.
Agent J: Yeah, I was an agent for three years before I realized all models were aliens. Found out the hard way...
