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...Monocles is too apt a phrase to discard. The members all act like Junkers; they look as if they should wear monocles. Actually none of them do, and only one member is a true Junker in the narrowest sense: a Protestant landowner from East Prussia, Minister of the Interior Baron Wilhelm von Gayl...
Weimar Obsequies. Last week Junker von Gayl officiated at the strangest birthday party the German Republic has had in its 13 hard-pressed years. As Minister of the Interior he was expected to make the leading address at the annual celebration of the adoption of the Weimar Constitution. It was his duty and he did it. In the Reichstag chamber a polite audience of diplomats, generals, bureaucrats and their wives gazed at a platform banked with mournful purple hydrangeas. Minister von Gayl never once mentioned the word "republic" and to the Weimar Constitution, object of the ceremony, he tossed...
...Schleicher went to the mat. Handsome Adolf, spurred on by his still more violent lieutenants, held out for complete control of the government. Sly von Schleicher offered him in turn first the Vice Chancellorship, an empty honor, with the Prussian Premiership thrown in; then the Ministry of the Interior and a series of minor posts. Finally possible was a compromise whereby Adolf Hitler might become Chancellor of Germany so long as Kurt von Schleicher remained Minister of Defense with the Nazi storm troops enlisted in the army as unarmed labor battalions. This might have saved everybody's face...
...company which exploits, in true conquistador style, the huge, rich, deadly land and its enslaved natives. The few European settlers stick close to the seacoast, to the unthriving port of Esperanca, cyclone-destroyed every seven years. Or they work and drink themselves deathward on scattered plantations. In the unmapped interior roam man-eating lions, hostile natives, rumors of an unkillable rebel chief. The Governor, aptly nicknamed the Scorpion, is a polished gentleman grown old in disease and expedient wickedness. He welcomes Jeronimo, gives him the job of mapping the unknown interior. But he distrusts him, sends after him to have...
...Jeronimo journeyed on into the interior "it seemed as though everything here was ambiguous, merely a substitute for something else, but only in the sense in which things are substitutes for their souls, events for their meaning. . . ." Berna, fey-wise daughter of a drunken planter, half fell in love with him, but he was looking for something else. At Riquem's plantation Jeronimo spent a tense evening: his host's white wife, who had run off into the bush with a native, had just been recaptured, but nothing was said about it. In the next room she waited...