2019
DOI: 10.1525/9780520948044-002
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Abstract: This book began during a walk across the Harvard campus fortytwo years ago. Professor Richard Neustadt-short and slim, a pipe between his teeth, a beret atop his head, an easy smile across his face-had just finished a lecture in his popular course on the American presidency. David Blumenthal-tall, serious, slightly diffident, definitely shaggyhad gotten swept up by his teacher's infectious good humor and expansive warmth. The conversation went on as they walked, leaning into the raw New England wind, the actua…

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