The dark-suited men and their very proper wives averted their eyes as they strode purposefully past the bikini-clad girls at the pool. Their minds were dwelling on grim business, not frivolous hours in the sun; their voices were cleared for psalms and hymns that could drown out the incessant Muzak. The occasion was the Sixth Congress of the International Council of Christian Churches, held at the smartly modern Intercontinental Hotel in Geneva. It was no accident that the L.C.C.C. chose Geneva, and the Intercontinental, for its meeting. The hotel is practically on the...
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