In stately procession, the delegates rolled up to the Palais des Nations in Qenevathe U.S.'s Dean Rusk in a black Homburg, India's smartly tailored V. K. Krishna Menon sweeping an arrogant eye over the press gallery, Russia's grinning Andrei Gromyko, China's dumpy Marshal Chen Yi, hidden first behind the curtains of his huge ZIM limousine and then behind a phalanx of small aides in crumpled clothes. Then came a call from the man who was supposed to convene the conference, Cambodia's unpredictable Prince Norodom Sihanouk. He was enjoying an excellent French lunch...
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