It took 25 days, and nearly as many tantrums, for Nikita Khrushchev finally to win a vote in the United Nations. In getting his way, Khrushchev banged his fists, took off a shoe and thumped it on his desk, shook a finger under the nose of a Spanish delegate, and harangued the world in a purple-faced passion.
He called names like an angry child. The ten-nation disarmament committee, he said, was a stable with a stench that "an honest man could not breathe"; the Security Council was "a spittoon, even worse than a...
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