Scene: a large corner office in a building set in lonely splendor on the site of the old New York World's Fair of 1939-40. President Robert Moses (called R.M. by his aides) is at his round desk-table. Rimmed around it are neatly dressed staffmen, their mouths at the ready in case R.M. says something that calls for a quick laugh. R.M. tilts back in his chair, scoops up some peanuts from a silver bowl, drops a few into his mouth, brushes a husk from his tie, and jerks a thumb toward a sign on the wall that reads "777...
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