High in the North Atlantic sky in a three-year-old DC-6B one night last week, the foreign ministers of Russia, the U.S., Britain and France took off their jackets and settled down to talk business. The Westerners drank scotch, gin and tonic or "17 to 1" martinis; Gromyko drank Coca-Cola. The late John Foster Dulles, who put so much store by airborne diplomacy, might have derived wry satisfaction from the fact that it was his funeral that had finally broken the two-week-old impasse at Geneva, and enabled the ministers at last to talk informally.
The Big Four public meetings at Geneva...
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