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Lost Backing. Belying his outward simplicity was his great drive and cunning. Throughout the twists and turns of Communist Party history, he proved the ruthless loyalty that made him the trusted instrument of the Soviets. During the Spanish Civil War he went to Spain and helped liquidate the Communists who deviated from the Stalinist line. During the 1930s Ulbricht was suspected of fingering German Communists for Stalin's bloody purges. He fought in the Battle of Stalingrad in his own way-by directing propaganda appeals to undermine the morale of the German soldiers. Sentimentality was foreign to him. Though...
...city's stone and stucco. At that moment, the future of the city and its artistic heritage seemed uncertain. The water was everywhere-soaking into the fragile wood of old carvings and panel paintings, expanding its cells and cracking it, seeping up inside walls and working outward through the surface of their frescoes, causing bloom, mold growth and discoloration, flaking the surface of porous stone like puff pastry...
...learned to live with many kinds of political power. So when the monarchy was abolished in June, Archbishop leronymos of Athens, for 18 years a chaplain at the royal palace, dutifully sent his bishops an order to eliminate prayers for the royal family from all church services. Such outward meekness has masked considerable turmoil of another kinda struggle over power and reform within the bishops' own ranks...
...Gone was outward-looking Foreign Minister Gregorio López Bravo, replaced by politically conservative, economically adventurous Laureano López Rodó, formerly Minister of Planning and Development. Out was Interior Minister Tomás Garicano Goñi; replacing him was Madrid Mayor Carlos Arias Navarro, a tough, no-nonsense administrator who was formerly director of security of the National Movement (Spain's sole legal political party...
...past buried land mines and anti-tank posts of corroding concrete, up in a pillbox covered with netting and sod, halfway up the cliff, young Dr. Bleagh and his nurse Ivy are relaxing after a difficult lobotomy. His scrubbed and routinized fingers dart beneath her suspender straps, pull outward, release in a sudden great smack and ho-ho-ho from Bleagh as she jumps and laughs too, trying not too hard to squirm away. They lie on a bed of faded old nautical charts, maintenance manuals, burst sandbags and spilled sand, burned matchsticks, and unraveled corktips from cigarettes long decomposed...