It was yet a fresh warning that for a politician, a coverup, or even the appearance of one, can prove more fatal than the original problem. Buried, bad news festers; promptly addressed, it may perhaps be cauterized and survived.
The example this time was Jeremy Thorpe, 47, for nine years leader of Britain's gadfly Liberal Party and at one time one of the most enterprising figures on the British political scene, a bowler-hatted Etonian who would slog through department stores and cow pastures to greet voters and was a Fleet Street favorite. Yet for...
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