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...only reason Khrushchev is agreeable is that he finds himself in an untenable position regarding Red China. There he is, with a big, ugly neighbor on one side and a flock of satellite countries he can never be quite sure of on the other. So everybody's thinking what a humanitarian he is, when all the while he's only feathering his own nest...
...Limburger. Germans with weak eyesight flock to Bad Wiessee; those in search of "rejuvenation" swear by Austria's Bad Gastein. Aix (pronounced aches) -la-Chapelle and Bad Oeynhausen offer famed rheumatism cures. Some resorts, such as Baden-Baden and nearby Badenweiler, are known as Gesellschaftsbäder, or social spas, because patrons go there more for the crowd than the cure. Nearly all the spas advertise cures for the capitalist ailment known deferentially as Manager-Krankheit, the manager's disease. Says the owner of Baden-Baden's chic Bellevue Hotel, where Greta Garbo stayed through July without...
...greatest triumph (The Little Foxes) and to the theme that has attached her deepest energies: the fateful antinomy of power and love. Her leading lady (Geraldine Page) is a gabby genteel old maid, one of those wispy little women who flutter through the literature of the South like a flock of steel butterflies. She lives in a rotting ancestral manse, she graciously permits her spinster sister (Wendy Hiller) to wait on her hand and foot, she justifies her gistless existence by smother-mothering her younger brother (Dean Martin). The brother is a frivolous failure and she likes him that...
Culture vultures may flock together on another bus, this one headed for Tanglewood and the special concert of the Boston Symphony and the Summer Chorus. The $8.50 ticket price includes scenic transportation and a reserved seat at Tanglewood. All those with limited cases of wanderlust should make arrangements for either trip by noon today in Matthews...
...recriminations. "What faith, what love, can justify the man who makes himself the arbiter of other people's lives?" he pleads-but the chorus gives him no answer. The children's innocent voices haunt him. The adult chorus damns him: "Cursed be the shepherd who leads his flock to death," the people cry, and they burn his books, stone his palace, cast his ring into the sea. Then the blinding answer comes in a climactic sweep of music: death's enriching lesson comes only to those who have suffered the pain of their conscience...