ABSTRACT
The angry pounding on the door of my Yale University office that mid-morning meant that someone other than a student wanted attention. Student door knocks are barely audible, tiny little tap-taps, timid to the point of being apologetic. But nothing was apologetic about the tall burly white-haired, white-mustached man who brushed by me when I opened the door. An imperial Roman nose accentuated his intense dark eyes and commanding manner. Without saying a word, he marched across the room and dragged a chair to the edge of my desk and sat down.
