The capsuled world beside Manhattan's East River spun on its axis with a fervor and furor unknown in the chronicle of nations. By last week the number of national leaders and heads of state at the United Nations 15th General Assembly meeting had grown to 26, and there were more to come. Spinning round them like a sputtering Sputnik was Nikita Khrushchev himself—tossing off dire threats in curbstone interviews, dishing out amiable insults, and defiling the decorum of the U.N. with desk-pounding, finger-waggling interruptions.
Except for his bearded friend Fidel Castro, most...
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