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One night last week Ike paced the living room of his eleventh-floor suite in the Olympic Hotel in Seattle; outside the skies were dark; the rain was beating against the windows. It had been a long and tiring day-33 miles motor-cading through the boom and bustle of Minneapolis and St. Paul, both arms waving in the wind and the sun; then 1,400 miles by plane across sweeping prairies and snowcapped mountains to the slate-grey shores of Puget Sound-but he was still vibrantly awake as he talked to a visitor about what he had seen and felt that day.
Suddenly Dwight Eisenhower, a man who has come hard and come far and is still coming on, summed up the past and the promise. "Why do I want a second term?" he asked. "I . want it for one real reason. I want to finish what I've started.'^