"The leader of the Party since its inception has been James Harting Madole, a balding, myopic, hawk-nosed forty-year-old bachelor who lives with his mother in a walk-up apartment on the upper West Side near Central Park. Madole dresses conservatively but his suits are worn; when I spoke with him, his eyes never once attempted to meet my gaze; and his handshake is limp and unenthusiastic. His mother, white-haired, stern-faced, with a mole on her lip, questioned me suspiciously about my motives in interviewing her son before I had even taken off my overcoat. By the time I was seated she was in the middle of a discourse on the Jews."