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...palaces and tombs and temples are mostly museums now, and they draw big crowds. They may not be quite as big as the Sunday busloads at the Great Wall, where fathers carry picnic baskets and tired babies up the high steps and people scratch their names and provinces like American graffiti. But they're big enough. And there are usually people to answer visitors' questions, even if it's only with a "Buddhism! We don't understand it." Students closed down some of the palaces during the Cultural Revolution, but it seems as though visual arts aren't thought...
PALESTINIAN DISAGREEMENTS. We have had our differences in the Palestinian political field. But you must remember that we are not on a picnic. We are in the midst of a revolution, struggling against vicious enemies: imperialism, Zionism, defeatism. Consequently, we can expect differences to arise...
Canada's Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau, who is a skier, scuba diver and judo expert, has added a new item to his list of athletic achievements. While attending a Liberal Party picnic in Vancouver, the P.M. spotted a trampoline, hopped aboard and executed a series of jumps that seemed practiced, if not exactly perfect. One knowledgeable spectator, Canadian Trampolinist Bob Scott, observed that Trudeau has "a lot of air sense-knowing where you are when you're upside down." That evaluation will doubtless be exploited by Trudeau's political opponents when Parliament reconvenes later this month...
...long insects are already more than a picnic annoyance: they abound in the area, living in trees and leaping out to bite intruders. More important, the ants at Gabo Djang are believed by the aborigines to be descendants of the godlike Great Green Ant. They revere the great ant as one of the spiritual beings who established all the patterns of human life and can still influence them for good...
...baroque subplots, one involving the lost identity of Mrs. Farquarson's son, now grown to adulthood and doubt, and the other an entirely self-contained gangster movie. They are irrelevant but great fun to read-a fragment of boozy conversation in a bar or a bedroom, a Polish picnic with a cast of thousands, a gangland execution in which the 400-lb. guest of honor is carted to a packinghouse and recycled as lunch meat...