The story dates from the French Revolution. A wild-eyed man comes running up to a citizen on a street corner. “Where is the mob?” he cries. “I am its leader!” There were times during the past six months when Ronald Reagan reminded one of this mobless leader.
From October through March, there were long arid stretches when the President seemed invisible, in hiding almost, and the White House on automatic pilot. His few public appearances seemed hit-or-miss, and did little to generate that sense of psychic tension between the President and the people so essential to leadership. Reagan, it seemed, was way behind the leadership curve.
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