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...city below, the Church of the Holy Sepulchre looms in the dusk beneath a skeleton of steel girders that shores it up, a byproduct of the 1927 earthquake. A group of Greek Orthodox priests in conical hats chat quietly in the courtyard, and inside a Russian nun kneels beneath the dim flicker of three lanterns to kiss the Stone of Unction, where Christ's body is supposed to have been anointed for burial (several such Stones of Unction are said to have been kissed away by pilgrims...
...Long slopes they climbed, dark, hard-edged against the sky already red with sunset. Dusk came. They passed away, grey shadows in a stony land...
...mobile kitchens. Perhaps the Italians had organized things too well. Scared away by warnings that hotel space was scant, too many fans stayed home with their television sets. But those who did come found a unique spectacle-one not confined to breakneck competition (see below). The chill of dusk in the Alps, the comfort of yellow lights in windows at that hour, the mountains them selves were a great spectacle to people who had come from afar (in the words of the Olympic Oath) "for the honor of our country and for the glory of sport...
...last week, complained the manager of the Chamber of Commerce, the "only tourists we get are wearing uniforms." Philippeville's arched streets were dark and deserted by all but armed patrols and police cars from dusk to dawn. Social life had come to a standstill as Europeans huddled at home afraid to gather in crowds. For more than a year, native raiders led by a 34-year-old ex-carpenter named Zighout have staged an average of two attacks daily in the region. Once last August, they swept through town killing some 80 Europeans and warning the rest over...
...kind of corset farce has come out of Hollywood since the late Marie Dressier delicately tucked a pint of hooch in her grandmotherly bosom. One moment Actress Magnani comes lurching on-camera as shapeless as a burlap bag full of cantaloupes; the next she is sleazing through the dusk in black lace with the toothsome glitter of a backstreet-walker in Naples. And she battles her way into a girdle of yesteryear with all the fury and desperation of the Royal Welch Fusiliers at Bunker Hill, somehow imparting to her defeat some of the sorrowful majesty of a historical debacle...