The delegates to the Three-Power Conference in Moscow did not behave as if Russia were already beaten. True, they hurried as if Russia might be beatenunless. . . . But throughout their undeliberate deliberations they were conscious of a great, though tardy, triumph: now at last the enemies of Adolf Hitler were uniting.
Speed was the keynote. The delegates gathered at a luncheon. They churned into six kinds of meat, slushed through bowls of caviar, demolished huge mounds of cheese and butter, knocked down vodka, port and Madeira, wolfed dessert. Then, just...
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