Far below the eastbound presidential jet, the flat expanses of the Middle East gave way to the brown plains, the broad desert, the towering, snow-topped mountain ranges of the Indian subcontinent. And as the earth's face changed beneath the speeding plane, something of the old, old world changed imperceptibly too. In Pakistan, Afghanistan and India last week, the shapes and colors and sounds of older centuries mingled and fell around Dwight Eisenhower, as in a vast kaleidoscope, into strange patterns. Each pattern formed a new sensation, each sensation was etched with the...
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