Grim, gruff John McClellan rapped the table with his gavel. Before him in the Senate caucus room sat Teamster Vice President James Riddle Hoffa, his stony face pale, his big fists flexing. It was a weary moment, the climax of 17 hours of question and evasion before McClellan's Senate labor-rackets committee, during which Hoffa wriggled relentlessly over craggy points of absurdity. McClellan began to talk: "For reasons that are apparent to everyone who has followed these hearings, we have reached a point where it seems to be useless and a waste of...
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