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...eulogists struck a different note. With a sentimental tip of the hat to the fallen leader, many Northern journalists, preachers and politicians actually tried to use Lincoln's death to stoke the fires of vengeance. "If the rebels can do a deed like this to the kind, good, generous, tender-hearted ruler, whose every thought was purity," exclaimed Benjamin Butler, a general in the war, to a crowd in New York City, "whose every desire a yearning for forgiveness and peace, what shall be done to them in high places who guided the assassin's knife?" The crowd began...
...gave a short impromptu speech. "Though Abraham Lincoln dies, the Republic lives," he said, adding that the martyred President had "made us kin," uniting blacks and whites. He elaborated on Lincoln's legacy 11 years later, at the unveiling of the Freedmen's Monument in Washington, offering a tender verdict from the perspective of someone who had been converted. If you judge him from the point of view of a pure abolitionist, Douglass said, "Mr. Lincoln seemed tardy, cold, dull, and indifferent." But, he went on, "measuring him by the sentiment of his country, a sentiment he was bound...
...Colt Peacemaker, a cheroot, a sarape and a five-day stubble. In 1975 when Italian Designer Giorgio Armani started to show clothes that would turn menswear inside out, his models sported jackets of wrinkled linen and cheeks shadowed by whiskers. Says the designer in retrospect: "It evokes something tender, rather than a polished, sharp look." It took almost ten years for the look to travel from Milan to Miami, but while Johnson and Vice flash thrive, stubble will surely survive...
...mother whose baby weighed 1 1b. 5 oz. She was a typical teenager, liked to have a good time, dance, listen to rock music. What she did with that baby was a revelation. I like it when they put their hand under the baby's head. There's something tender about it. Mainly, she talked to him, and she made that child human for me. Because of her tremendous desire for that child to make it, I realized that she loved that baby more than anything that ever happened to her. And it was heartbreaking, because the baby died...
American readers love lonely guys, with their emotional weightlessness and tender detachments. Given such an edge, Richard Ford should have little trouble becoming a literary heartthrob. Author of two earlier novels, A Piece of My Heart and The Ultimate Good Luck, he has already demonstrated his storytelling abilities and technical skills. He has also cultivated an engaging narrative voice, one of those down-home deliveries that can sound like Huck Finn with a college education...