diana houghton gets blown up in a village bomb blast and as i read it i began to see certain patterns and i seem like i've read something. and i have this first eureka moment but it's a stupid eureka moment what i thought, i got it they're both in chicago. they're both kind of radical. they have the same ghostwriter. it's on the same left wing poet that's what i figured. i had no idea as ayers as his background as a writer. and here's two things that caught my eye. this first one is from bill ayers book fugitive days. the confrontation and the fish bowl flow like a swollen river into the teaching carrying me along in a cascading water from room to room, hall to hall bouncing off boulders. here's one from barack obama's dreams from my father. i heard all our voices begin to run together, the sound of three generations pummelling over each other like the current of a slow moving stream. my questions like rocks.like water the breaks and rivers separating the currents. not only is the imagery the same, the flowing water bricks and boulders also is the structure. each sentence begins with