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...Witness Hans Cappelen, Norwegian, remembered how "they put a screw device on my leg so that all the meat started to loosen from the bones." (At this point. Defendant Joachim von Ribbentrop winced, tore off his earphones, hung his head.) Qappelen continued, telling of a trip across Germany to Dachau. Said he: "We were five days without food and water in open cars in sub-zero weather. About half the trainload was dead by the last day. ... In Munich, 100 of us prisoners, all looking like corpses, were marched through the streets...
...Simeon faced the age-old dilemma of the religious ascetic: how to gain spiritual strength by withdrawing from mankind and at the same time to minister to man's spiritual needs. Simeon's overardent followers tore at his clothes for souvenirs, played hob with his devotions by their importunate chatter. He escaped by mounting a pillar. Fellow monks fashioned for him a small but sturdy limestone column, then gradually increased the height...
First Prince Dimitri tried, but he fell asleep. Prince Vasily fell asleep too. But Prince Ivan snatched one feather from the Firebird's tail as she tore herself from his grasp. "This feather was so marvelously bright that when it was placed in a dark room it made the whole room shine as if it were lit up by many candles. King Vyslav put the feather in his study as a keepsake, to be treasured forever." But the King still wanted the Firebird taken alive. So prince Ivan rode in search...
...wife cleaned bricks. Their one room on Dan-zigerstrasse had no windowpanes. One morning last week, as freezing winds and snow swept Berlin, the Neumanns could not force themselves to get out of their bed, though it had only one thin eider down for cover. That night the wind tore loose the cardboard over the window; snow drifted in at the foot of the bed. Next morning the Neumanns, paralyzed with cold, could not move. After another day and night they were dead. Their bodies were loaded onto a flowerless handcart, taken to one of the thousand mass graves already...
...effect was instantaneous and evidently deep. The packed galleries and M.P.s of all parties roundly cheered Ernie Bevin. Keen, young Michael Foot, Labor's most pungent pamphleteer, who had also been up all night preparing a blast at Bevin, tore up his manuscript.* Laborites, Tories, Liberals were apparently of one mind: this way lay hope, at least, for a world afraid of blowing itself to smithereens. The British press showed no excitement...