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Yevtushenko dismisses critics who complain that he refuses to give equal time to inequities in the U.S.S.R. He says, "They find it morally questionable to speak of the corruption of the Western world when in the Soviet Union the price of cognac is on the rise, the meat supply uncertain and the stores, in general, unjust...
...Schumann said casually: "There are really no serious problems with Britain's joining. We want Britain, and all we ask is that . . . she become a club member within the rules." Geoffrey Rippon, Britain's chief negotiator, struck a still cozier metaphor. "Reasonable men, given enough coffee and cognac," he observed, "can quickly see whether they can reach agreement." But all the signs are that it will take a lot of cognac to float Britain into the select club of Europe...
...high school dance in Linz, Austria. A broker bought it for a Texas oilman. The price: $665. An autographed Hitler portrait went for $670. Hitler's 1927 membership card in an automobile club fetched $270. An elderly German paid $130 for a short shopping list (vegetable soup and cognac) that der Führer had written out for Munich's famed Dallmayr delicatessen...
Because everything depends on "economic performance" (capitalists call it profit), the manager has wide power to innovate and is highly rewarded for increased productivity. At Budapest's "First of May" clothing factory, Director Sándor Vas, cognac and Coke in hand, says proudly: "To help sell the 1,500,000 coats we produce, we have hired market analysts, learned to package our coats attractively, and visited Paris, London and Munich fashion shows. Before, we always feared competing in the Western market. To our surprise, we tripled our sales westward. We even sell embroidered coats to Japan." A consumer...
...after about thirty seconds our Mr. Wizard-like curiosity overwhelmed us: ice cream in the oven? We flipped the oven door open nervously and found the meringue slipping slowly down around the knees of the melting mold. Out of the oven; onto the platter; half-eggshell filled with flaming cognac jammed onto the mold; lights out; into the dining room- and find twelve stoned happy guests dancing and singing in orgy, arms entwined, like a close-knit Borneo family celebrating the end of a promising mango harvest under a full moon. Our cognac flamed ("down the mountain slopes like molten...