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...town's 151-foot monument to workers slain in 1970, they were stopped by a cordon of security police. Walesa and his bodyguard were permitted to pass. Advancing to the monument, the stocky electrician knelt before its three towering steel crosses and gently laid at its base a bouquet of red and pink gladioli. Then, flanked by security police, Walesa slowly raised his right hand in the defiant V sign...
John Paul also visited the site of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising in 1943. The Pope stooped to lay a bouquet of red carnations at the base of the tall black granite and marble monument and paused to study the heroic figures in bas relief, representing the 69,000 Jews who held out against Nazi forces for three weeks. News of the Pope's unexpected arrival spread quickly. Poles rushed to the windows of drab prefabricated apartment blocks overlooking the monument and congregated in a park laid out after the war on the rubble of the ghetto...
...alone down a country road some misty afternoon. She might glide round a bend, only to find the road blocked by a herd of cows. The cowherd, struck by her beauty, might shoo his beasts away, and she, touched by his courtesy, might hand him a flower from a bouquet she had gathered. Cut: and the noise you hear is millions of women stampeding to the drugstore...
...roofed with thousands and thousands of white birds overhead. You would be silent, and all you could hear was the wings rustling. One day we sat in our boats through such a sight, with the sun setting, then the moon, as the birds headed into their rookeries, like a bouquet of white flowers, before nightfall...
...since 1957 he has conferred distinction on the New York Times as its food editor. It has been said that this private house of his here in East Hampton, near the eastern tip of Long Island, is one of the best restaurants in the U.S. Claiborne repeats this bouquet in his new memoir-with-recipes, A Feast Made for Laughter (Doubleday; $17.95). But so light and joyous is his touch when he writes about food, and so much of the praise redirected toward his talented colleague, French Chef Pierre Franey, that his self-beguilement seems no more than just...