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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Harry C. Steinmetz of San Diego State College noted that, in environments where erroneous beliefs are trumpeted, something like an epidemic of paranoia (systematic delusions of persecution and grandeur) may spread, and that then large groups may become dependent on a paranoiac for their wellbeing. He mentioned, without naming, "a leading American research physician, recently returned from Germany, who tells me that a psychiatrist is in almost constant touch with the Fuhrer . . . that his Excellency suffers from paranoid manic-depression. ... It may be today that power does not so much corrupt as that the process of acquiring it maddens...
Stocks flittered like feathers in the whirlwind. Sugar, metals, oils, chemicals, aircrafts caught the swiftest of the upward currents. In the vortex, some food stocks rose, some fell. Few behaved so wildly as Guantanamo Sugar, long unnoticed at ⅞, up to 6 (600%) on Tuesday, backdown to 3½ at week's end. Among Dow-Jones' 30 industrials could be found samples of virtually every form of windblown behavior...
...Author Souvarine's sober account of these years following the revolution, the predicament of Lenin stands out painfully: plunged by his own victory into a chaos which compelled him to backtrack step by step on the Socialist program, sick, knowing his closest henchmen to be politically imprudent, like Trotsky, or unscrupulous, like Stalin. After his death it took Stalin just two years to make himself impregnable...
Between 15 and 19, Arthur Rimbaud wrote poetry whose slashing irony and pure music still influence poets. At 19 he wrote Une Saison en Enfer (A Season in Hell), an obscure, agonized hodgepodge in which Rimbaud addicts* trace the wrestlings of his André Gide-like puritanism with his André Gide-like passions. But from then until he died, at 37, in a Marseille hospital, Arthur Rimbaud never wrote again. This amazing break with his genius, his lone-wolf prowlings through the lower depths of Europe, his gunrunning in Africa and Asia form a vague, provoking literary legend...
...little more than a pretty-faced child, slept in a barracks: the soldiers "assaulted" him. This shocking experience, which sent him shuddering home, caused not merely a "revulsion," says Author Starkie, but a sensual "revelation." At home, Rimbaud set out to shock the respectable citizens. He would stroll, dressed like a tramp, down the main street during the sacred apéritif hour, smoking a short pipe and, "what was considered most outrageous of all," smoking it bowl downwards. During the Paris Commune, Rimbaud picketed his native shops, shouting: "Beware! Your hour is at hand! Order is vanquished!" When Poet...