WITH no word of what he is up to, the President disappears into the woods of Camp David for a week. No television cameras pursue him into the wilderness; the press is barred. There are, for once, no leaks. Henry Kissinger gives no briefings. If you can believe it, he does not even know what is going on: it is, essentially, none of his business.
Just when anticipation is keenest (Has the President fallen gravely ill? Has Brezhnev delivered a nuclear ultimatum? Has Agnew staged a coup d'etat?), Nixon emerges with a fistful of notes and a gleam in his...
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