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The bright light of the video cameras flooded the room. Percy had done a good job; there was a representative from every network, every telefax, every blare of any sort at all. The media had been corralled. Walton's words would echo round the world.
He was seated behind his desk -- seated, because he could shape his words more forcefully that way, and also because he was terribly tired. He smiled into the battery of cameras.