| THE GIANT KNEW Richard Nixon． Toweribg ,yellow—haired，grizzled，a listing mountain in khaki twill，he limped closer,and Milo tightened up．I looked to Frank Dollard for a cue．Dollard appeared untroubled， meaty arms at his sides，mouth serene under the tobaccoeJ gray mustache．His eyes were slits，but they d been that way at the—main gate. The—giant belched out a bass laugh and brushed greasy hair away from his eyes．His beard was a corn—colored ruin．I could smell him now,vinegarish，hormonaUy charged．He had to be six-eight，three hundred．The shadow he threw on the dirt was ash—colored，amoebic，broad enough to shade us．．He took another lurching step，and this time Frank Dol—Lard’s right arm shot out． The huge man didn’t seem to notice．just stood there with Dollard’s limb flung across his waist．Maybe a dozen other men in khaki were out on the yard，most of them standing still,a few others pacing，rocking，faces pressed against the chain link.No groups that I could see；everyone to himself．Above them，the sky was an untrammeled blue，clouds broiledaway by a vengeful sun．1 was cooking in my suit． |
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