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...Mississippi, the Orinoco, the Amazon, the Tagus, the Thames and the Clyde, a man who wishes to express disapproval-of a painting, a production record or a military operation-is likely to call it "Marxist." In the lands drained by the Yangtze, the Yellow River, the Mekong, the Tiber, the Po, the Rhone, the Scheldt, the Rhine, men are divided-in some cases bloodily;-over whether "Marxist" should express approval or disapproval...
...married Zoe, the niece of the last Eastern Roman emperor, who brought Byzantium's religion, architecture and incense-heavy intrigue to Moscow, which was now more powerful than any other Russian city. She hoped to make it succeed history's two earlier Romes (the one on the Tiber and the one on the Bosporus). Ivan took the title of Czar, i.e., Caesar, and Sovereign of all the Russias. He began to build a strong brick wall around the Kremlin: it still stands today.† Then Moscow was ruled by Ivan IV, called the Terrible, who decisively defeated...
...Fiumicino, the muddy waters of the Tiber merge with the blue Mediterranean. The town's life seems as sluggish as the river, but beneath the apparent calm there is a deep, turbulent rift which sometimes whirls up like an assault of wind-whipped breakers. That rift is symbolized by the tablet in the city hall commemorating Garibaldi's visit in 1849 (after the Republicans had driven the Pope from Rome), and by the blue & white statue of the Virgin Mary in the church...
...driving along the Tiber with four friends. . . . Suddenly one of them yelled to stop and they jumped from the car. ... I turned and saw them surround the man we had been waiting for. I watched them punch and kick him in the belly. . . . They dragged him quickly into the car. I slipped into gear and sped off. ... He struggled. ... I hollered to him to be quiet. . . . He was lying in the car, spitting blood. I knew he suffered from tuberculosis. . . . Soon he was just a corpse. ... It was a nightmare. I just began to drive wildly . . . for seven hours...
Boscaini looked at the land which had been his-at the intricate system of reclamation ditches, running down to the Tiber River. He had dug them with his own hands through what had then been oozy swampland. In his mind, he saw the farm reverting to swamp while the new owners squabbled. He decided to stay on his farm on any terms. Said he to the new owners: "You have no ploughs, no cattle. I will work this land for you. You will give me a share in the crops." So, after a lifetime of hard work, Boscaini became...