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...Less Human? Others, such as Orlando Villasboas. hold that the Indian mist be allowed to follow his own culture. Appointed director this month of he Mato Grosso Indian Reserve, an area he size of France in which dwell 38,000 Indians, Villasboas is convinced that the reservation approach is the only answer. 'The national park must be made to work," he says. "In Africa they guard animals that way. Are we less human here, that we can't look after our own Indians...
Over it went. When Chief Rehfeld arrived at the Maid of the Mist landing, Boya said airily: "Talk to my attorney -I've just integrated the falls." As a matter of fact, there wasn't much anyone could do about it, though Canada may have a case if Boya crossed the international border illegally...
...theatre goes black. Out of the silence comes the skirl of a distant bagpipe, growing louder. Hideous orchestral discords intrude. The stage and part of the auditorium fill with mist; and soon we make out a trio of witches, the first asking, "when shall we three meet again?" We settle down, ready to give ourselves over to the wonderfully weird and terrible universe that is Shakespeare's Macbeth...
...Mukasa, despite his Oxford degree, is just another black in the opinion of white settlers and primitive tribesmen. Author Stacey sends the "brothers" off on a long expedition to soaring, snow-crested Ruwenzori, the fabled Mountains of the Moon. As they fight their way through bamboo forests and up mist-shrouded crags, the clash of culture, personality and race is heightened...
...newspaper pages about an obscure crime, he has proliferated a great flowering of sin and scenery, myth and mysticism. He resembles Simenon in his ability to evoke swiftly a street, a room, a city. In the final chapters, there is an unfortunate settling down of Gothic and miasmal mist, but even here, Gabrielle Bompard is wildly and insistently alive, whether jabbing a coachman with her imperious parasol or grumbling crossly at a tired lover: "Is it my fault if men overestimate their capacities?" Many readers, like Jacquemar himself, may be horror-stricken to find that they "cannot help loving this...