I linked to this story as an update to the previous item, but I did just notice this on re-reading it:

“NY first lady’s charmed life slips away”:

Eliot Spitzer was born into wealth, the son of a New York real estate developer. His wife’s background is more modest.Silda Spitzer, 50, grew up in Concord, N.C., where her father was a hospital administrator. She attended Meredith College, a women’s college in Raleigh, N.C., and went from there to Harvard Law School, where she met Spitzer, and to a career in mergers and acquisitions.

While at Skadden, Arps, Slate, Meagher & Flom, a prestigious New York law firm, she billed as many as 3,300 hours a year — more than nine hours a day, including weekends.

3,300 hours?

Oh, so it turns out she’s actually, um, a liar and a crook herself! “More than nine hours a day, including weekends.” That’s with a wink, people. I’ve worked in a big firm, and believe me: After 2200 the hours get very, very soft. Above 2500 they’re gauzy. Pushing the high 2000’s and they’re mist.

At 3,300, my friends, you are in the realm of pure imagination.

Except for the client that pays the invoice.

Lots of grey tones in life, huh.

That doesn’t make it okay, what her husband did to her, but … it does tell you a little bit about the kind of person who would hook up with an Eliot Spitzer.

UPDATE: Note today’s Classic Poem of the Day from About.com!

YET MORE: And now he has resigned… evidently with Mrs. Spitzer at his side. And they are saying that she is the one who pushed most adamantly for him not to quit. And then you see a thing or two about ambitious people, and how they are drawn together.