Chapter SixteenFrank: NowFrank ground his teeth as the President’s Southeast Asia trade meeting ran for an extra half hour. It was all he could do to retain his position at the end of the Woodrow Wilson Reading Room, the center of the Dag Hammarskjöld Library.
Down the left wall, a long line of built-in card catalogs filled the entire long wall. And the U.N. people were using them. He wasn’t sure the last time he’d seen a card catalog in use. Of course, this catalog was everything from the League of Nations, which predated the U.N. A lot of what existed in this catalog were still the foundations of international law. His head hurt just thinking of the automation nightmare to catch that up.
The room was twenty-plus feet wide and about eighty long. Several low bookcases against the right-h
