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...midmorning on May 5, 1961. U.S. President John F. Kennedy, his wife and a group of his closest associates in Government stood in a White House office room, their gaze fastened upon a television screen. Like millions of Americans in millions of other homes, they held their breath, crossed their fingers and prayed as they watched the Redstone rocket belch flame on its Cape Canaveral firing pad, lift off with maddening slowness, then streak magnificently southward...
...really tried to look, said Eichmann's dry, pedantic voice. There was Litzmannstadt, where Jews were gassed in a closed truck: "All the time, I was trying to avert my gaze from what was going on. It was quite enough for me what I saw. The screaming and shrieking!" When the truck stopped at an open pit, "the corpses were hurled into the ditch. I also saw how teeth were being extracted. I entered my car and I did not want to look at this heinous act of turpitude...
...offends, should it be plucked out? The heroic Prince de Bary refuses to build war brains for the OSI, and retires to a life of contemplation. Subtly enough that the truth does not cloy, Schirmbeck answers his own question: Science must continue to see, but it must turn its gaze inward...
...history, and by every outward standard, she would seem perfectly suited to the part. Born to wealth and high social position, she has beauty, a swift intelligence and rarefied cultural interests. As Jack Kennedy's wife, she has lived for years in the public's gaze and should be well accustomed to the limelight. But in fact she shrinks from it. Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy's struggle to maintain her own separate and private identity has been lifelong. It marked her girlhood. It has marked her marriage. It is the key to her past-and to her future...
Curtain Down. Ever since he told his people, in a New Year's speech 15 years ago, that he was not really "a living god," Hirohito has been playing constitutional monarch with mixed success. Once, common folk were forbidden to gaze directly at his face, and train conductors lowered the blinds if the Emperor's private coach was due to pass, lest some passenger catch an accidental glimpse of him. Now, wearing the embarrassed look of a man intruding, he visited every prefecture in the country, climbing down mine shafts, trudging through factories, talking to peasants in paddyfields...