Bill Clinton and his Secretary of State are an odd couple. The President has never met a crowd he believed impervious to his smarts and charm; he is never more alive than in front of the cameras as the Oprah of health care and unemployment. Warren Christopher, a natural introvert old enough to be Clinton's father, glides into a room as silently as a monk. His gravelly monotone and wrinkled poker face give nothing away, his mobile eyes are friendly but curiously unreadable. His Establishment-lawyer virtues come not from the era of MTV but from the days of Father Knows Best:...
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