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...precise habits, Admiral Luis Carrero Blanco had followed an almost unvarying schedule long before his inauguration last June as Spain's President and Prime Minister. Every morning about 9, his Dodge Dart would park in front of Madrid's San Francisco de Borja Church, only 300 yds. from his home, and Carrero Blanco, 70, would enter the church for Mass. Approximately 45 minutes later, he would leave for his office in the Paseo de la Castellana. In the seething Spain of 1973 such predictability is not always a virtue. Carrero Blanco last week fell victim to a bomb...
...rule by El Caudillo (the leader), Spain is rife with discontent and disaffection. In the past year Franco's regime has been assaulted by dissident priests, workers, students and members of the Basque minority. Only minutes after the assassination, in fact, a trial was scheduled to begin in Madrid of ten leftists who were accused of fomenting strikes...
...mother's cheek the first public Imperial kiss. While the royal family does occasionally come out from behind its chrysanthemum curtain-Empress Nagako was recently permitted to exhibit her water-colors-such decadent occidentalism as kissing in public was unprecedented. However, it proved catching: arriving in Madrid, Princess Michiko stepped up to her Spanish counterpart, Princess Sophia, and bussed her on both cheeks...
...over the town of Higuera Real, the posters announced the appearance of Angelita, the first woman torero to fight in Spain since a 1908 law was passed limiting women to fighting from horseback. But Angela Hernandez, 24, got gored, metaphorically speaking, before she even entered a corrida. Although a Madrid labor court upheld Angelita's right to fight on foot, the Ministry of the Interior refused to grant her a license. Working her cape close to the horns of the dilemma as she trained on a bull ranch near Seville, Angelita exploded: "These damned men. What do they think...
...there be any point to writing a spy thriller in extreme slow motion? That is the sort of paradox that could only attract a French novelist who has also worked in French cinema-a man, in fact, like Jorge Semprun, who was born in Madrid but has lived in France since 1939, where he has won literary prizes and has written screenplays for films including Costa-Gavras...