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...obsessed to the point of delirium with the personality of Hitler, which always came to me as a woman . . . The softness of that Hitlerian flesh under his military tunic created in me a state of gustatory, milky, nutritious, Wagnerian ecstasy, which made my heart beat violently." This vision had nothing to do with politics, says Dali, but he soon found himself defending his position at a meeting of French surrealists...
...calls for another bull. Standing on a handkerchief, never moving his feet, he makes nine faultless "passes of death." Working ever closer to the bull, he sees its horns pass him at ten inches, at five, at two, until he has executed 24 passes in a row. His tunic is smeared with blood from the bull's flank, but the crowd calls for more. As Pacote moves in over the bull's horns for the kill, the animal tosses its head up in a last lunge that finds the old pro's groin and belly. The presidente...
Winston Balks. Five companies of Foot Guards, brave in their two-foot bearskins, scarlet tunics and white belts, wheeled in long-lined precision into Whitehall's Horse Guards Parade. Each man was polished until he shone: each had been issued a lump of barley sugar, which was supposed to stave off faintness (in at least three cases, it didn't). Sharp at 11 a.m., as the two-toned chimes of the Horse Guards' clock echoed through Downing Street, a slim, girlish figure in the cockaded tricorn, scarlet tunic and blue serge skirt of the colonel in chief...
...settled on Batista. His table manners improved, he got a tailor and a manicurist, acquired millionaire friends and some notions of good taste. Visiting Washington in 1938, he found out that his official host, Chief of Staff General Malin Craig, usually wore just two decorations. Tossing his own beribboned tunic to an aide, he roared: "Rip off all but the two top rows...
...Kremlin, he alone still affects the plain military tunic and cap Stalin made famous. He has been married twice, first to one of Molotov's secretaries, now to a Moscow actress. He has, like Koestler's Gletkin, no cord to the outside world: he has never set foot on non-Communist soil, never been known to speak to Western newspapermen or Western diplomats. In the few speeches comrade Malenkov has made for public consumption, perhaps the most memorable line is: "Can there be any doubt that a Third World War will become the grave for world capitalism...