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...Cabinet in recent years, he has announced his intention in advance to the press, then retreated behind the massive doors of his official residence to receive the parliamentary possibles one by one. And each time the Tokyo reporters have rushed over to cover the story, setting up a tento mura (tent village) outside his door for the day-and-night vigil that sometimes goes on and on for weeks...
...radio stations were on duty. Some whiled away the time with games of chess and mahjongg inside the tents. Others dozed on cots or chatted idly with their colleagues, trying to beat the summer heat with bottles of cold beer, which they bring to tento mura by the case. When word was flashed by walkie-talkie radio from the agent inside the P.M.'s foyer, the press corps rushed out to extract the news from Ikeda's latest visitor...
Last week's tento mura was the biggest ever, and the usual carnival air hung over the scene. But, alas, Ikeda's Cabinet problem was speedily resolved, and the tents came down after only two days. Sighed one disappointed reporter: "Now I have to go home to my wife. In the good old days we could count on being away much longer. There's something about a tent village that's invigorating. You just can't have a new Cabinet without...
...refused the pension offered him by the Italian government, and settled down to live in St. Peter's as the "Prisoner of the Vatican." He died, embittered by his political failures, in 1878. When his coffin was carried to a final resting place at San Lorenzo fuori le Mura three years later, anticlerical Romans tossed mud at the mourners, unsuccessfully tried to seize the remains and dump them in the Tiber...
...death as that of Keats-near whom he was buried in the Protestant cemetery in Rome. Uncomfortable for Keats, suggested Wyndham Lewis, one of the many artists who drew Firbank. The authorities dug up his body, reburied it at San Lorenzo fuori le Mura in Catholic ground. Firbank's work belongs to the great body of literature which says that life is cruel, beautiful and impossible to explain. He wrote on large blue postcards and is said to have cut out the sentences that pleased him, then assembled them into paragraphs, like a Byzantine artist constructing a mosaic...