Chapter 1013 – The Antarctic Treaty

“Under Secretary of State, this?” The appearance of such a scene caused a commotion on the American representative’s side.

“It’s fine, we’ll convince the British, making a scene won’t change the outcome.” Smith signaled for calmness, while his eyes looked towards Soviet Foreign Minister Gromyko’s side, what’s the hurry? It is the Soviets who should be anxious.

“This is for the sake of world peace, leaving a clean slate for the planet.” Gromyko had a businesslike tone, although angry in his heart, he did not show it, and at this time, he did not forget to pull the United States down, “This is the result of the joint deliberations between the Soviet Union and the United States, and the view of the vast majority of the world’s countries, even though many of them did not participate in this Antarctic meeting.”

“This is power politics.” Alan Wilson stilled his corncob on the table and made an indignant face, just as Czechoslovakia at the Munich Conference, Poland at the Tehran Conference, and China at the Paris Peace Conference.

Anyhow, he has been taught by the words of many movie queens, and the performance of having the intention to kill a thief is still on point.

The reason why he performed this scene in the conference hall is just hoping that the Iran issue can be exchanged for the United States’ concessions, only this possibility is also extremely remote, the rebellious son has grown up and is ready to open the copy of the father’s benevolence and filial piety.

“Temporarily adjourned, we believe that we can come up with a result that is acceptable to all sides.” U.S. Deputy Secretary of State Smith spoke at this time, unwilling to fall out with the British Undersecretary of State for Foreign Affairs in public.

British undersecretary of state for foreign affairs, there is such a saying, but Whitehall generally does not recognize this kind of name. Still more recognized permanent undersecretary of this kind of name, undersecretary of state is generally other countries say.

Smith felt that it might take a few more days now to convince the British of who should call the shots in this world. When that time came, Secretary of State Dulles would be notified to come to Paris to sign.

As for the farce of holding up corncobs in the meeting, although Smith is in a private point of view happy to see this scene, but in order to ensure that the solemn atmosphere of the Diplomatic Conference, or feel that it is not appropriate to publicize, which is not conducive to the atmosphere of détente between the United States and the Soviet Union, Khrushchev’s visit to the United States in less than two months, even if the flip-flopping is also a little bit too fast.

After the end of the meeting, the U.S. Deputy Secretary of State Smith sent an invitation to Allen Wilson, who first expressed his understanding of the angry mood of the United Kingdom, and then explained that the two countries should talk privately.

This invitation is actually not unexpected, Allen Wilson in the backroom are much familiar with the operation, Poland is he sold.

“Sovereignty of an Antarctica, why should the United States side with the Soviet Union.” Meet, Allen Wilson expressed the United States of America’s indignation at the betrayal of the special relationship between Britain and the United States, what should be done or to do, life as a play all depends on the acting.

Of course it is because the United States has no reason to swear sovereignty over Antarctica, so it can not let other countries take advantage.

The reasoning is such a reason, but Smith can not say so, and peace, and protect the environment, said a bunch of condescension, and then directly said, “Britain should be in a position with the United States, otherwise it may affect the special relationship between Britain and the United States.”

“Your Excellency is threatening Britain.” Alan Wilson pulled a long face at hearing this and questioned, “Because of an ice sheet?”

“Sir Wilson, there are some things that won’t necessarily take an attitude just because the two countries are allies.” Smith shrugged absentmindedly, “It’s like the Soviets said, there are so many countries in the world that would certainly not approve of a few of you occupying Antarctica, and it would be very embarrassing for you if we discussed this in the UN General Assembly wouldn’t it? We put the Antarctic Conference in Paris because we wanted to preserve the influence of Britain and France. I hope that Britain and France can understand Washington’s hardship.”

“Then do I still have to thank America.” Alan Wilson sneered, “Otherwise Britain would have been disgraced at the United Nations.”

What do you mean by changing a card out of thin air and grasping it in your hand, I didn’t expect to be able to appreciate it in my previous life, but in this life, I can still run into it after changing a country, the United States, this rebellious son is really better than the blue.

“Sir Wilson, I still suggest that the London side to think clearly.” Smith said gently, “In fact, how much benefit can Britain get? Almost nothing, Britain is only defending the interests of the two countries of the Commonwealth, Australia and New Zealand, the attitude of these two countries is actually insignificant.”

Smith is honest, Australia and New Zealand, away from the hot spots of today’s world, are not necessarily higher than the Latin American presence, the current U.S. main interests are still in Eurasia.

“I will inform the minister and the prime minister of the attitude of the United States.” Alan Wilson looked at Smith with three parts humiliation and seven parts resignation, and his tone was unprecedentedly heavy, “The Iranian issue?”

“Let’s talk about the Antarctic meeting first and talk about the Iranian issue, thanks to Sir Wilson’s conveyance. The Anglo-American special relationship is unbreakable.” Smith, with a steady look on his face, watched the British Under Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs get up and leave, then looked to his aide, “Look, it’s actually not that hard to communicate with Britain.”

“Sooner or later, I’ll give you guys a hard time, so you’ll know that your dad’s treasure is still alive.” Allen Wilson, who was traveling by car to the British Embassy, pulled a pussy face, but to say how humiliated he felt, it was not.

He’d been prepared for the Antarctic meeting to be unproductive, and performing a bit of a parody was just for Australia. As for Iran it won’t be as simple as Smith says, the US is begging for the UK if sanctions continue.

He has just brushed it off, but only because he has not figured out how to make an offer to see how long the US can hold out on Iran.

Relaying the U.S. attitude to London, Alan Wilson decided to go to Woodpecker Studios to take a break, at this time he needed the comfort of the movie queens to soothe the mood of pretending to be affected by the failure of diplomacy to come.

“Can through this Antarctic meeting and the Iranian issue, test out the United States of America to the United Kingdom’s deep attitude, if we can succeed, even if the interests of the United States to take away, we will be able to adjust the diplomatic strategy to deal with carefully.”

At the time of the discussion in London on the latest progress of the Antarctic Conference, Alan Wilson was discussing with Anna, the little dragon rider who had secretly come to Paris, about developing the friendship that had been thicker than water in the blood of the Aryans since ancient times.

“If it really doesn’t hold up, it’s the time for the Heilmanns to march into the Persian Gulf and get a piece of Iran’s share of the oil.” Allen Wilson, who had a hand on the Dragon Rider’s thin waist, advised the Heilmann family on how to grow and develop.

“Don’t think I’m going to thank you, you’re thinking of your son too.” Anna cupped the man’s face then pressed it to her chest in one fluid motion, laughing playfully, “Miss it, I’ll make sure you can’t breathe today.”

Philosophical thought does not prevent the appreciation of art; the thinker does not inhibit the flow of feeling; he distinguishes between imagination and rhapsody.

Now, for instance, he censures thought, but admires style; he curses the ergotism of politics, but praises all the details; he loathes political figures, but loves their conversation.

The permanent undersecretary, who is committed to the idea that I am coy with the U.S.S.R. and heavy-handed with the Third World, has a simple way of conciliating his moods, so he strolls through the Parisian slums to increase his sense of well-being, and he may even be charitable on a private level, as he was when he rescued the French women on the streets of Paris all those years ago.

There was only one house on the ground floor. Immediately against the wall at the head of the lining was a queen-sized bed without a tent, and against the window stood the andouille vat, with a broken piece of glass, which had been glued up with a sun pattern cut out of blue paper.

In the corner behind the door, under the flagstones of the laundry-floor, stood a couple of half-uniform peg-boots, with shiny nails in the soles, beside a bottle filled with oil, with a feather stuck in the neck of it; and a copy of Matthew’s Almanac was thrown on the dusty mantelpiece, amidst flints, candle-heads, and scraps of flint.

Finally, what seemed superfluous in the room was a portrait of a trumpet-playing goddess of honor, cut out, of course, from some perfume advertisement, and nailed to the wall with six boot nails.

“What imperialist bureaucrats.” Anna wandered after Alan Wilson, watching the man’s good deeds as if he were a handout, and lamenting the fact that much of Gatzner’s education was, in turn, a reality of this world.

The river flowed unobtrusively, seemingly fast and cool; thin patches of watercress fell in the running water, floating with it as if it were green hair that no one had combed, and the reflection of the two men could be seen faintly.

“There are two sides to the story; we are not as evil as you make us out to be, and the Soviet Union is not as great as he claims. Both live on this planet, why do you guys have to act like you’re saving the world, it’s annoying.”

After his day job, Alan Wilson was in a much better mood, and before he came out to hang out, London had called him back, recognizing his efforts to defend Britain’s interests, since he had already pulled enough goodwill in front of Australia and New Zealand.

Anna exasperatedly looked at Allen Wilson, pinching her hands on her waist and said, “Don’t you have any ideals?”

“If you have ideals, you’ll be a spy, I never had any ideals in my life, I have a family and I’m prepared to be a civil servant for the rest of my life.” Alan Wilson boasted with a proud face, “It seems that I have protected you too well, you should travel more to see the real world.”

Anna skimmed her lips and muttered in a small voice, “I’ve seen it a long time ago, and had two children for some overbearing occupying force, how old was I then, and how far did you get.”

The drama belonging to Allen was over, and the final outcome would be left to U.S. Secretary of State Dulles and British Foreign Secretary Macmillan, who arrived in Paris at the end of November for face-to-face negotiations, followed by the adoption of the Antarctic Treaty on December 1, in which the question of sovereignty was clarified in Article IV of the Antarctic Treaty, in which any party renounced any right or claim to territorial sovereignty in Antarctica that it had previously made.

The news came to the whole of Australia in a state of shock and dismay, and they could not understand how such an outcome could have occurred.