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(It is the evening of the first day. The Americans are being feted in the Great Hall of the People. Outside, the roof is outlined by strings of lights, inside there are tables set for nine hundred. Against the far wall a small dais supports a bank of microphones. The American and Chinese flags are pinned against that wall. The President and the First Lady sit on either side of the Premier, their backs to the flags, and gaze across a snowy field of table linen. There is their party, there the newsmen, there the important Chinese. In the distance the vision begins to blur. The atmosphere is convivial; in that huge hall the President feels strangely joyful and lightheaded, as if this were the evening of arrival in heaven. And so the conversation rises and falls throughout the courses of the banquet)
NIXON The night is young.
PAT A long, long trail unwinding towards my dreams, uphill right to the very last frontier, and then we're home. I love you dear.
NIXON You must be worn out.
PAT No, I washed and rested, so I feel refreshed. But you...
NIXON This air agrees with me. Wish we could send some to D.C. I've never felt so good.
PAT I saw a snow moon on our way here. Snow! Snow over China! Think of that! It makes me shiver.
NIXON Just you wait until the toasting starts. Between the booze and praise you'll warm up then.
PAT It may go to my head.
NIXON It may, and I might be a Russian spy.
NIXON You saw the moon in clouds and forecast snow. Go on.
PAT Be a peacemaker, Premier Chou.
CHOU All Mrs. Nixon says is true enough. The pressure's falling fast. I feel it in my bones.
NIXON At least this Great Hall of the People stands like a fortress against the winds whatever their direction. Yet the west wind heralds spring.
CHOU I doubt that spring has come.
PAT Take a deep breath and you can taste it. It's the truth. Although there's more snow still to fall, the spring's as good as here.
KISSINGER Meanwhile we sit together in the cold.
CHOU Huddled for warmth you mean? But could we not take some encouragement from this appearance of détente?
NIXON (To Chou) He can't hear you. He's miles away. A Frenchman once observed to me "At the edge of the Rubicon men don't go fishing". I know one statesman who thinks a fishing trip will help him land the Great White Hope.
CHOU Intelligence is no bad thing.
NIXON It's Henry's trump card. This stuffs strong poison.
CHOU A universal cure, or so we call it over here.
(After the third course is finished, Premier Chou rises to toast his American guest)