The only political genius to ascend the stage, I jammed into a jockeyed-for corner of this glassed-in booth straining to read Johnson's lips over the broken phone, his Southern slurr.... Paris is stalled. 5 Expect nothing; I'm calling all three candidates, wronged by rumor in the waiting room. Hush-hush tiptoe is of the ultimate... you understand... I instructed Haldeman to pass the word. It was one of those paper nights, my name in stardust 10 at the annual Al Smith affair, Johnson stooped to load my rickety back with the new-mown low-down on the Vietcong; nix on fusillades; no violation of the effervescent Zone drawn between participants of the talks, etc., etc. The issue was soft-pedaled to a pulp. 15 Each night the bearded bombs come ringing on my sleep, my dreams are fire; someone's making political capital by my solicitude. But, of course, that was inevitable. When asked, 'There seems to be some movement,' I said, 'but I won't disclose those briefings.' It was a weak answer. 20 I was campaigning in Missouri on October 16."
From the collection "Contemporaries"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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