As he jockeyed aggressively through the torrential chaos of downtown Manhattan traffic, the man hunched over the wheel of the fire-engine red 1956 Continental appeared to be unburdening himself of a steady stream of curses. In fact, he was dictating to the secretary at his side a highly technical memorandum on the need for U.S. banks to give long-term loans to foreign importers so that they might buy more U.S. goods. 'T am convinced," he said softly [the Continental's engine roared as it took off...
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