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...seems more assured. The viewer gets so used to candidates truckling to self-important television types that the three-hour Democratic debate in New Hampshire provided two refreshing exceptions. Interviewer Phil Donahue, a gregarious veteran of morning TV talk shows, was cautioned by Walter Mondale not to wag his finger at him, while the Rev. Jesse Jackson, who knows a thing about crowd playing too, advised the bullying Donahue to slow down his act. This was more of a knockabout debate than the League of Women Voters' solemn civic lessons. Never mind that it was more demeaning...
...given preliminary approval for showing, a government agency must now decide whether it can be distributed throughout the Soviet Union and overseas. Yevtushenko insists he will make no cuts. "I won't change anything now," he says. "I will not give in to censorship. If you give one finger to censorship, it will swallow your whole body and spit out bits of your flesh...
Perhaps some time in the past 25 years, in a superpower summit somewhere or in one of the great legislative struggles in Washington, the day was won by a President standing on a stage and waggling his finger at his adversary and out-shouting him. If so, the event has not been recorded...
...Plaza de Mayo silently, as if under water, photographs of their sons, daughters and husbands swinging on chains from their necks like good-luck charms. Sometimes the women would bear the photographs on placards; sometimes they would hold a snapshot delicately out in front of them between the index finger and the thumb, presenting unassailable proof to anyone who cared to look that the subject of the picture did, at one time, exist. Every Thursday the Mothers of Plaza de Mayo performed their half-hour ritual across the street from the presidential Pink House, and then dispersed for a week...
...little cul-de-sae was badly paved, full of humps and holes, bordered by narrow, partly ruined sidewalks. It worked its way like a finger between private houses of one or two stores, pressing one against the other. The little street stopped at iron gates overgrown with scraggly vines...