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Adolph Berle's consternation with the state of affairs in the spring and summer of 1933 was illustrative of the consternation I think many people felt about the economic decline and collapse. It almost seemed as though he was without faith that the human race could pull itself together. He's an extraordinarily intelligent man, but with a deep emotional quality underlying his intellect, and some times suffusing it. So it is as though his emotion were liquid and sometimes leaked over into the solid substance of his intellectual life. That was what you saw in him in the spring of 1933.

Berle was in Washington. He was remote. It was as though he were in hiding. He never went out. He never was seen. He never went anywhere. He was at the white House a great deal. I think he had some kind of a desk there. He had no public office that one could locate, but he was around studying things and looking into things. Since I had known him in New York, I recognized and knew him when I met him in the corridor. So I knew he was about. The newcomers in Washington didn't know Adolph Berle