In 1939, when mountainous Edward Fretwell Prichard Jr. plumped himself down in Washington, even the New Dealers had never seen his like. He weighed 300 Ibs., stood six feet two; he was all of 24, he had been sent to Europe by Central Press as one of America's six brightest lads, had been graduated from Princeton with highest honors, from Harvard Law School cum laude. As a law clerk to his friend Justice Frankfurter, he squeezed himself into a chair, ran a fat hand through his dark wavy hair, and cocked an intelligent and cocky eye...
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