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Chapter Twenty-Nine
Washington, D.C./Cyrandell Valley, Virginia/December 1
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A man had rather have a hundred lies told of him than one truth which he does not wish should be told.
SAMUEL JOHNSON, BOSWELL'S LIFE
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A man had rather have a hundred lies told to him than one truth which he does not wish should be told.
VINCENT KELLNER, MEMOIRS
Vincent Kellner closed the red-banded file cover on the intelligence estimates for the last twenty-four hours. There was a hard knot in his stomach. The conversation with Charlton Fisk two days ago in this office had suddenly become far more than just an argument about turf. It had become prophecy.
The Central Intelligence Agency was every bit as feeble these days as Fisk had said. It had not been an accusation Kellner was pleased to accept. It was, after all, his own Administration that had starved the CIA into its present state of near impotence. He had been accused by bitter ex-Company

 
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