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...After the confession session was over, the officials brimmed with charm. They plied us with promotional literature about Yuhuan. Did we know that it was ranked among the "100 Top Counties of China for Rural Comprehensive Force"? Or that this seaside region is "Home of the Famed Shaddock Park of the World"? I assured them I was overwhelmed by Yuhuan's bounty, and they welcomed us back whenever we wanted. Not once did we have our temperatures taken. They can only hope that we weren't carrying SARS...
...other hand, appear to be primarily intent on neutralizing the Sixth Fleet. For this purpose they have assembled an impressive array of missile power aboard their ships, including the 22-mile-range Styx aboard small gunboats, the 100-mile Strela aboard destroyers, and the 400-mile, supersonic Shaddock aboard Soviet cruisers...
...Shaddock & Loquats. Nagasaki, by contrast, has few reminders of Aug. 9 beyond a one-floor museum, a green marble shaft marking the epicenter of the blast, and a Peace Park dominated by an eloquent 32-ft. statue of a squatting figure that eternally lifts one arm to the sky, extends the other in forgiveness. Unlike Hiroshima, which is only 430 miles from Tokyo, Nagasaki takes about 24 hours to reach by train, and has never been invaded by antinuclear demonstrators. By last week, while Hiroshima staged noisy ban-the-Bomb rallies, Nagasaki had not witnessed a single demonstration against...
...beautiful seaport perched in a natural amphitheater overlooking the East China Sea, Nagasaki (pop. 380,000) prefers to be known as Japan's most cosmopolitan city. Its tourist bureau seldom steers visitors to atomic landmarks, celebrates instead the city's lantern-lit nightclubs and restaurants (specialties: sugared shaddock, peeled loquats), its 17th century Dutch colony and the Nipponese-Gothic mansion, built on a hilltop by a British tycoon in 1850, that Nagasaki fondly identifies as the "original home'' of Puccini's Madama Butterfly...
Marshall shook hands all around, chatted a bit, thanked T.V. for his basket of Formosan shaddock and pomelo (akin to grapefruit), urged everyone not to wait in the chill damp outdoors. For a few moments he stood alone by the ramp; he seemed a trifle impatient because the Gimo and Madame were late...