All over the Middle East last week, men with old hatreds seized new opportunities.
The daddy of all the troubles, long underestimated Mr. Mossadeq of Iran, sat in Room 1619 of New York Hospital's George F. Baker Pavilion, while U.N. officials, Asiatic friends and U.S. diplomats tiptoed to his bedside. Though he had won a spectacular reputation for fainting at appropriate moments, he was pronounced in good health by U.S. doctors. After that, he quietly moved himself to the Ritz Tower. He was in New York to tell the U.N. Security Council (and a nationwide TV audience) that it had no...
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