For weeks after his resignation as Secretary of State, the gaunt, tired man in the presidential suite at Washington's Walter Reed Army Hospital struggled to hold his own. John Foster Dulles read fitfully at his books—Agatha Christie and Erie Stanley Gardner, Churchill's memoirs, tire Bible. He listened to Bach on a stereophonic hi-fi that he had donated to the hospital last December. Sometimes he tried a crossword puzzle, listened to the news on TV. chatted about events with such faithful visitors as President Eisenhower and Secretary of State Christian Herter, played, backgammon...
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