IT was the day before the President's address, and children romped in the august aisles. Misty-eyed wives of the initiates applauded the elevation of their husbands. Like a schoolboy, Virginia Senator William Spong carved his name in his desk drawer. Warmed by their sense of continuity with an opening-day ritual that has changed little in 182 years, the members of the convening 92nd Congress of the United States momentarily buried their deep differences. They basked in the expansive mood of mutual esteem common to those who know...
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