Fitfully, Richard Nixon slumbers. In dream review, his White House predecessors flicker past. There is Woodrow Wilson, railing against the Senate's "little group of willful men." He dissolves to Andrew Jackson, censured by the Senate for removing deposits from the Bank of the United States without authority. F.D.R., his aplomb punctured by a Senate that thwarted his attempt to pack the Supreme Court, snaps in and out of focus. Finally Lyndon Johnson, hounded from office amid the taunts of Senate doves, looms up.
President Nixon tosses, turns. The pantheon of the past retreats. Now it is 1971. From his Oval...
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