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Bowe purchased an inexpensive replica of the statue, demonstrated to his colleagues that it would be a simple matter to break the lock on a door leading from the statue's head (where a million tourists annually stare out at the harbor through windows in the crown) into the 42-ft.-long torch-bearing arm, from which the public is excluded. At the statue's shoulder, Bowe reported, the Black Liberation boys could plant a few sticks of dynamite, detonate them with electrical blasting caps, and-bang!-in one blast the "damned old bitch" would be rendered both...
...Sambiase, a town of 12,000 at the tip of the Italian boot, a chilly wind whispers under the doors. The townspeople stare at each other meaningfully as a lonely dog howls in the hills. Then, with a roar of auto engines and a clatter of hoofbeats, Sambiase blows wide open. Bullets spray in all directions; a hand grenade booms against the wall of the police station. For 40 minutes the town rocks to gunfire and explosions before the attack recedes. At last police arrive from a nearby town. Is anything wrong? No, say the townspeople, nothing. Can anyone identify...
...certain empty, vacant stare signifies that you have suddenly become transparent, virtually non-existent; a special way of moving the lips without uttering a sound makes it plain that the General is no longer listening, that he is preparing to greet the next person...
...flowers-snowdrops, white carnations, daffodils. Before going out into Palace Yard, each one paused and looked back. Often dignitaries would enter the hall through another door. But though the queue shared the hall with Queen Elizabeth, with De Gaulle and Germany's Chancellor Erhard, there was never a stare or a flicker of recognition. Before the casket of Winston Churchill, all mourners were equal...
...heads a string band and hankers to get famous with his songs, like Elvis Presley. Georgette jes' wants a home for her daughter, Margaret Rose. But all they do to achieve their small-town dreams is fidget on sunbaked street corners, wearing plain cotton. Or maybe they stare at each other, sort of hungry-like, creating pauses so long and wide a hundred head of cattle could amble right through them...