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...sort of journalism at TIME is not greatly subject to seasonal cycles, but there are some predictable moments every year. With the first whiff of winter, editors-who are not above escapism-start thinking of stories about cruises or resorts. With the first anticipation of winter's end, they begin to consider spring fashions. This year we decided that the success of the American look-and the remarkably attractive and varied new designs by leading American fashion makers-deserved cover story treatment...
...Your wisdom, You been so doggone good to us. The Chinee don't have chili, ever. The Frenchmens is left out. The Rooshians don't know no more about chili than a hog does about a sidesaddle. Even the Meskins don't get a good whiff of it unless they stay around here. Chili eaters is some of Your chosen people...
...whiff of the stuff can turn contemporary chili aficionados as lyrical as the 19th century chuckwagon cook. To the true believer, a sizzling chile con carne is manna from Montezuma, a concoction of beef, green peppers, herbs and other combustibles with an aroma, as the International Chili Society puts it, that "should generate rapture akin to a lover's kiss." As hot as the dish are the arguments that simmer around its preparation. Should a true chili include beans? Tomatoes? Corn meal? Onions? Is beef the best came? How many hours -or days-should it be cooked...
...Marvin Kalb, Rod MacLeish and other pundits were there, stoically abandoning the Georgetown dinner table and families for duty and the whiff of uncoiling power. For two crisis days, Secretary of State Henry Kissinger had been in the Midwest, marinating in the heartland legend of Harry Truman. No better preparation for the moment of action. He had visited Bess Truman in the old family home in Independence, Mo., and heard a Truman neighbor shout: "Give 'em hell, Henry!" On the big crisis night, Kissinger, back in his Washington office, paced, ordering, listening, waiting. He flashed the V sign...
Ignoring the incredible flabbiness and indefiniteness of Schlesinger's language--the relationship of "word" and "reality," the "attack on reason," the "conviction of historical responsibility"--we get a whiff of the type of democracy he endorses:the cult of the intellectual, a noblesse not of the robe or the sword but of the word protecting the nation from the dragon of unreason that threatens political discourse. "Let intellectuals never forget that all they that take the word shall perish with the word," Schlesigner eloquently tells us, and as for the rest of society, well, let them eat paragraphs...