"I would like to begin," said Vyacheslav Mikhailovich Molotov, "by expressing our sincere appreciation to Mr. Robinson, the mayor of San Francisco, for the hospitality accorded to us in this marvelous city." His voice was flat and expressionless; before him in anxious rows sat New Zealanders, Nicaraguans and Norwegians, Pakistanis, Panamanians and Paraguayans; the western suits of the Yemenites showed from beneath their Arab robes.
"We should not ignore the fact," Molotov was droning on, "that present-day international relations are marked by considerable tensions which are aggravated periodically by propaganda for a new...
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