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...America as the Promised Land; his return to the revolutionary cells of Shanghai, where his daughters drifted into circles crowded with apprentice brigands; Chiang's internecine battles with the Communists, followed by his perilous rule under the sway of swindlers and drug peddlers like "Big-Eared Tu" and "Pock-marked Huang"; and, finally, the tragic consequences of a war during which the Soongs sometimes regarded China as their private property...
...upper class during the past four decades. But polo, the world's toniest contact sport, remained haughtily and expensively cloistered. No more. On weekend afternoons around the country, crowds of tailgating fans show up to watch scores of horses thunder across neatly turfed ten-acre greenswards. Willow mallets whistle--pock--as high-charging riders smack a 4-oz. white wooden ball. Brooks Fire-stone, 49, of the tire Firestones, reports, "It's no longer a social, rich man's game...
...phantoms of floating platitudes, as benedictions fall from the platform of each school and college in the country upon a graduating class. Thousands of schoolboys learn afresh the significance of educo. Numberless local sages stand for a verbose hour in loco parentis. The inserts of the press are pock-marked with notes and news-boxes remarking who has damned and who has praised flaming youth. Incipient summer is not time to evaluate these ebullitions. One can but say that, in mass, they sound supercilious and redundant...
...basement under one pock-marked house, five Taliban fighters were trapped alive. Grenades were thrown in the tiny windows and AK-47s fired after them. With Alliance soldiers too afraid to enter the stables, a tank was brought in, crushing bodies under its tracks before firing five rounds into the block. In a ditch on the main parade ground, a young Taliban fighter, lying sprawled on his side, was still breathing. An Alliance soldier dropped a rock on his head. A few yards away lay a bloodied prayer book...
...gorgeous hues of the women's burkas (which hide all but their eyes), offer poignant counterpoint to the Taliban's ravaging of a beautiful land. We know of their desecration of ancient Buddhas; now we see how they ravage their people. One way is through land mines that pock the desert; some are concealed in dolls that lure children to pick them up and lose a hand. At a Red Cross outpost, artificial legs rain from the sky in parachutes dropped from a plane, and the legless Afghani men race out of the tents to scavenge for them...