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...potential--and the worst luck--whose very story was a fairy tale of racing history, ended his career on the home turn of the running of the jockey Club Gold Cup. He broke from the inside and sat in third place for most of the way, until that single fatal stride canceled an almost certain victory in his last scheduled race before retirement...
...method and motive, the killer clearly knew what he was doing. In each case, the red half of the contaminated capsule was discolored and slightly swollen. When opened, the capsules emitted the telltale almond odor of cyanide; the poison was present in quantities thousands of times the usual fatal dose. Says Police Chief Carl Sostak of Winfield, Ill., home of one victim: "Apparently a very sophisticated and very malicious person is at large who had to spend a lot of time and a lot of effort on this terrible plan...
That accident came at a time of both hope and worry as Lebanon groped for a semblance of normality in the aftermath of its repeated disasters. Only hours before the fatal explosion, Lebanese President Amin Gemayel had officially reopened the airport to commercial flights and proclaimed an end to the so-called Green Line that since the 1975-76 civil war had divided the capital into a pre dominantly Muslim West and a Christian East. At a festive Beirut ceremony, complete with Lebanese military bands playing Yankee Doodle, Gemayel called the relinking of the city "a symbol of national unity...
Then he asked me to step into his cabin, requesting that everyone else leave. He was quiet, sober, surprisingly friendly. There were no histrionics. He said that the Jerusalem matter was fatal, that he was very sorry but he could not accept our letter to Egypt. I told him I had drafted a new version and submitted it to Dayan and Barak. He had not yet seen it. I suggested he read it, but that there was no way that I could go back on my commitment to Sadat to exchange letters. Any future talks might depend...
...photographs are becoming a sort of genre of the late 20th century: the massacre shots. We see the crumpled litter of bodies, the familiar, companionably mounded flesh reposing on the bare dirt in the sun in a stunned fatal sprawl. The inarticulate carrion aftermath. We have seen them in Viet Nam and El Salvador and Uganda and Rhodesia and God knows where. My Lai is the primordial scene of the type. The same evil black bats burst flapping out of the pictures, into the brain, and each time the mind flinches and contracts and sickens and grieves for a moment...