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Pascual's cuckold horns become the horns of the sacrificial Spanish bull. Having drawn blood, he charges on till he gores the very flesh that made him: his mother, whom he guiltily loves and hates, who symbolizes Spain. "There is no deeper hatred than blood hatred, hatred for one's own blood," reflects Pascual. He hates his mother for her blasphemy, sluttishness, ignorance and indifference. She cannot even produce tears at the funeral of her younger son. Unconsciously, Pascual decides she will weep blood...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Blood Hatred | 11/20/1964 | See Source »

...Ralph Yarborough, now back to the Driskill, now to the Munici- pal Auditorium. Each time, reporters caught him to cadge a fresh word, a hint of triumph, and each time the President managed to wear a properly somber expression. Yes, he felt well. No, he would have no statement till later. "I'll have a statement if you'll just hold your potatoes," he said...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Fresoency: A Different Man | 11/4/1964 | See Source »

...third man in this triangle was off vacationing in Europe. He is William J. Hogan, executive vice president and, as financial chief, Sadler's main antagonist. Up till now, Hogan has been, in effect, co-president with Sadler. In the weeks ahead all seat belts at American will be fastened tight for more heavy executive weather...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Management: Fasten Executive Belts | 10/23/1964 | See Source »

...boats, injuring themselves further as they stumbled over the sharp coral. Three days later, when a reinforced police patrol flew in from Rabaul with steel helmets, shields, tear gas and rifles, they found Lokano deserted. Everybody for miles around had vanished into the swampy jungle to wait in safety till Johnson could arrive to liberate them...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: World: What Price Johnson? | 10/9/1964 | See Source »

...Back to Leopoldville from a week-long tour of his native Katanga flew Premier Moise Tshombe. He had ceaselessly exhorted rural Africans to till the land and urban Africans to keep their hands out of the till, and had been cheered to the echo wherever he went. His most delicate mission, however, was to soothe the 4,000 grumbling ex-gendarmes who once served him admirably in the old secessionist days, and who had waited with forlorn fidelity in Angola during Tshombe's exile from the Congo. Now the troops were billeted uncomfortably in railroad boxcars at the mining...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Congo: Cheers & Beers | 10/9/1964 | See Source »

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