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...eight abreast for miles in a warm winter rain outside the Congress Hall where the body of el Líder (see following story) lay in state in the Blue Chamber. They waited for up to 24 hours for a glimpse of his body clad in army uniform, medals and sash of office. Many fainted from emotion or exhaustion. Government aid stations treated no fewer than 17,800 people as the original one day of viewing was extended to two because of the miles-long crowd...
...contenders in the peculiar situation of having to jockey for position without appearing eager to take advantage of the President's illness. So far, Pompidou has anointed no one to succeed him. But the odds are overwhelming that the next man to wear the medal and sash of the Président de la République will be one of three contenders...
After he was sworn in, el Lider and his conjugal Vice President went to the Casa Rosada (the Pink House), where he received the presidential sash and the baton of office. He then greeted the crowd from the glass-enclosed, bulletproof balcony overlooking the Plaza de Mayo, Buenos Aires' main square. The government had taken extraordinary precautions to ensure a peaceful transfer of power...
When the samurai hordes poured across the Sea of Japan into Korea almost four centuries ago, a legendary Korean kisaeng (courtesan) named Gae Non vowed to kill the invaders' leading general. She toasted her prey at an outdoor party, then bound herself to him with a sash as a token of eternal love. A moment later, so the story goes, she plunged into a nearby ravine, dragging the general with her to death and fulfilling her vow. In Seoul these days, the kisaeng response to a new and different kind of Japanese invasion is a lot more affectionate...
Phaedra, wife of Theseus, spurned and disgraced, twists and writhes in an agony of incestuous love for her stepson Hippolytus. Loosening a white silk sash at her waist, she knots it around her throat, pulls it tight, then falls to the ground in a lifeless swoon, her hair spilling in an orange cloud over her crimson robes. On a balcony overhead, a chorus splits the air with a rising lament-a sort of aural locust swarm-followed by a series of immense, loud gong-tones...