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language. They also shared the shame of feeling that
they had betrayed the highest achievements of their
callings—juristic and journalistic—by being, in their
opinion, failures. They also shared, though had never
discussed, an incapacity to communicate with their
wives or their children, none of whom shared their love
of pure language.
Now they were talking about national and not
personal failures.
In the low-ceilinged "Churchill Room" of the inn, by
the enormous summer-swept fireplace, they sat across
the dark tabletop with its pewter ashtray and its
matchbooks printed THE PRIM MINSTER 1726.
From the Colonial perspective of these
surroundings, the two men found fault with more recent
American developments. Hayes savored the last
swallow of a drink. "Believe me, you're wrong.
Washington wouldn't blink at an assassination.
They're all a bunch of trench-coat lunatics, like the
Marx Brothers in a James Bond movie. Down there
trying to blow up Castro with a cigar!"
"I suppose there may be a lunatic fringe."