The Fifth Draft of Happiness
He was telling them a story about a story about a story, and somewhere at the center of all those nested tellings, something true was dying. Arthur Pendleton stood at the head of the conference table on the twenty-third floor of 383 Madison Avenue, his back to the window and the gray April light of 1956, and presented the campaign that would make his career or end it. The table was long and the...
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