The fall leaves turned gold, the swallows arrowed south, and the world's statesmen came back from the beaches and the mountains to the cares of a new season. The cares were still dismally the samethey had taken no vacationbut the atmosphere around them was changed.
Summer had begun with Moscow's peace offensive running full blast. Fall was beginning with stirrings which could, without much stretching, be called a Western peace offensive. The movement was loose and vague, but it somehow fell together around one word: assurances.
In their public pronouncements and private talks, Western diplomats last week repeated the word again...
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