In the hushed halls of Lake Success, the customary conglomeration of diplomats, students, experts on everything, and housewives with nothing better to do had gathered for the 174th meeting of the United Nations Security Council. A matron in a garden party hat, who seemed to have materialized in plump perfection from a Helen Hokinson cartoon, roguishly asked a U.N. guard: "Is this the way to the Big Tent?" In one of the main conference chambers, a husky man with a mallet walked up to a side wall...
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