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...forthcoming book, Diego Rivera: 50 Years of His Work, she says: "Looking at Diego . . . you immediately think of a boy frog standing on his hind legs. His skin is greenish white, like that of an aquatic animal. Only his hands and face are darker, the sun having burnt them. His baby shoulders, narrow and round, flow without angles into feminine arms and end in marvelous hands, small and of delicate design ... His huge stomach, drawn tight and smooth as a sphere, rests on strong legs . . . that end in large feet pointing outward in an obtuse angle as if to take...
...armor on the move . . . but they're held up until we can get infantry to winkle the guns out." When the winkling is done, all that is left is "a pair of boots protruding from a roadside ditch; a body blackened and bent like a chicken burnt in a stove; a face pressed into the dirt; a hand reaching up out of a mass of brick and timbers . . ." and very little else of the sth Battalion. But the British tanks, "their commanders standing like conquerors in their open turrets," rumble through, towards Germany...
...Thomas of Canterbury, who had been martyred nearly 400 years before by courtiers of Henry II for upholding a different principle (the authority of Church against King). "He was not content with plundering [Canterbury's] shrine and conveying its wealth in 26 wagons to London, but he burnt the bones of the saint, mingled the ashes with earth, and dissipated them from the mouth of a cannon...
...left the camp healthy and cheerful. He returned some ten days later, insane, cut, burnt and bruised . . . He died insane, though Colonel Odura, the commandant of the camp . . . got his own Japanese doctor to try to save his life...
...Lost." Kolachi village, on the way, no longer smoked but the smell of burnt thatch and straw (set ablaze by mortar shells) hung pungently over all. Its cottages were roofless, blackened earthen walls, through which children and women poked forlornly. On a slope in front of the ruins sat Fang Hu-shih, a wrinkled grandmother bundled in a black padded jacket and trousers. Her silver earrings danced back & forth as she rocked in silent grief. Yesterday at the height of the fighting she had hobbled on her tiny bound feet a mile away to a safe spot in the fields...