The President sits in the Oval Office, that egg of light, as Author John Hersey once described it. He is all wired up to microphones that will transmit his words to the typists. A clutch of aides hover at the fringe, but otherwise Ronald Reagan and his guest are alone, as they have been a dozen times in the past 4½ years.
There is at once a sense of power, of so many of mankind's aspirations coming to rest on this one person, and a new sense of fragility. The President is a convalescent. The conversation this Thursday morning is about...
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