It was time to go and he knew it. Not just because he was faltering in the polls (although that played no small part), not only because he was getting trampled in the battle of Pennsylvania Avenue (a skirmish in which he seemed to shrink rather than grow), but because every morning when Bob Dole walked into the well of his beloved Senate, he could lose himself in the mechanics of legislation, forget for a while that he had a greater task remaining before him than cobbling together a Republican majority for a cloture vote.
Bob Dole had to quit as...
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