Every day since UNO's General Assembly opened Jan. 10, two or three hundred Britons have lined up on the narrow curb opposite Westminster's Central Hall. They stand there, watching and silent, as the delegates come & go, waiting for something, asking the simple questions that all men ask. Peace or war? Want or plenty? Or, more likely in Westminster these days: "What's up, guv'ner? Those blokes getting anywhere?"
This week these blokes will be asking themselves: did we get anywhere? One of them, an angular little man from one of the little countries,...
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