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...said Gandhi. Godse suddenly pulled out a tiny Beretta automatic pistol. He fired three times. One bullet ripped into Gandhi's chest, two into his belly. With hands folded, as if welcoming the blow, in the gesture that is both the Hindu greeting and the Christian attitude of prayer, Gandhi fell backward. He murmured, "Ai Ram, Ai Ram" (O Rama, O Rama), in invocation to the gentle hero of the Hindu pantheon, Gandhi's favorite...
...music room an altar had been hastily improvised on an old oak chest on which stood a gold cross and two yellow tapers. By it in a clean white surplice stood the Rev. R. Anderson Jardine awaiting the greatest moment in his life. Hollow-eyed, the Duke of Windsor stepped in a moment later, accompanied by his elegantly groomed best man, Major Edward Dudley ("Fruity") Metcalfe. While Organist Marcel Dupre played the march from Handel's Judas Maccabeus, entered (Bessie) Wallis Warfield (Spencer) (Simpson) on the arm of the faithful Herman Rogers. She wore a dress that most...
...American night. "Mr. Lennon." He started to turn around. There is no knowing whether John Lennon saw, for what would have been the second time that day, the young man in the black raincoat stepping out of the shadows. The first shot hit him that fast, through the chest. There were at least three others. Not that night, or the next day, but a little later, after the terror ebbed and the grief could be managed, Lennon's wife, Yoko Ono, took their five-year-old son Sean to the spot in the apartment courtyard where she had seen...
...more the plot is subordinated to poetry, the more Coming through Slaughter makes sense. In the middle of a brawl in the barbershop, Bolden, his chest bleeding, begins mumbling a monologue: "I'm dead...you're crazy, the painful ache... the rain into my head..." he moans...
...hoped to ship out to Viet Nam, but never got there. At about 3 a.m. on Feb. 17, 1970, in the MacDonalds" apartment at Fort Bragg, N.C., his wife Colette, 26, pregnant with their third child, was killed; she was stabbed 37 times in the chest and neck. The MacDonald daughters, Kimberly, 5, and Kristen, 2 were murdered so savagely that the Army crime photographer became ill. MacDonald, who was superficially wounded, mumbled of an attack by four hippies chanting "Acid is groovy. Acid and rain." But military investigators concluded that MacDonald had murdered his own family and to cover...