



Tuesday five more states fall to him without a contest — the primary is a formality now, a war map filling in by itself. Saturday one dinner in Palm Beach raises fifty million dollars, the biggest single night of political fundraising ever recorded, while his weekend posts rage in numbered pages against the gag order. And on Monday afternoon the moon crosses the sun: the country stands in driveways looking up through dark glass as the light dies at midday. He watches from a terrace. The trial is seven days out — an omen week if the chronicle believed in omens.
Readers' Corner
Letters from the readership on Week 460. Pick a pen name — no account needed.
Opening the mailbag…