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First a small-town altar boy, then an anticlerical Republican, then a Socialist, Comorera helped found the Catalonian independence movement in the 1930s, a few years later merged it with the Communists and took command. He was Catalonia's Minister of Agriculture and Economy and its strongman when the civil war broke out. Through the war, he commuted regularly between Barcelona and Moscow to relay party orders. He policed the Catalonian party with his own Cheka, men in black leather jackets, crisscrossed by cartridge bandoleers. Their knock on a door in Catalonia usually meant torture and death...
...told in Harry Kemp's Tramping on Life: As Kemp was about to move out with Sinclair's first" wife, the aggrieved husband thrust her coffeepot upon him, saying, "You. can take this to your goddess, this poison machine, and lay it on her altar...
...that when Harry (Tramping on Life) Kemp was about to move out with Sinclair's first wife, the aggrieved husband, according to Kemp, found her percolator and thrust it upon her lover, saying:"You can take this to your goddess, this poison machine, and lay it on her altar." Little wonder, then, that the U.S. public was in an uproar last week over coffee...
Death at the Altar. But Manolios has been growing into his role. Down from the mountain he comes, to confess the murder and give his life for the village. When the real murderer is exposed, Manolios, reprieved, takes up the cause of the cave-dwelling refugees. When he persuades others to side with the refugees-including a rich man's son who gives the family estates away to them-the priest and elders are wildly incensed...
Novelist Kazantzakis carries his story to its inexorable end, through the betrayal of Manolios and his questioning by the Agha to his grisly death before the high altar of the village church. When the body of Manolios is given to his friends, one murmurs: "In vain, my Christ, in vain . . . two thousand years have gone by and men crucify You still. When will You be born, my Christ, and not be crucified anymore, but live among us for eternity...