"Before we came here, we thought of ourselves as good people." This was one of the few observations Vincent Foster Jr., the 48-year-old deputy White House counsel, allowed himself to make about how Washington had chipped away at his psyche after he joined the Clinton Administration. Last Tuesday afternoon, six months to the day since his boyhood friend had taken the oath of office and everything seemed possible for the men from Hope, Foster passed through the iron gate of the White House in his gray Nissan, crossed the Potomac River to a Civil War fort preserved as a national park...
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