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Cried he: "This is the greater crisis and perhaps is more far-reaching than any other, for it may mean the preservation of the earth's last fortress of democracy. . . . Power is a heady wine. Few human brains can resist it, and certainly there has been no evidence, or even desire of resistance in the gentleman who seeks it now. He has gathered unto himself more power than any ruler on earth has, save in the totalitarian governments...
...Wine will be waiting for you when you reach Kunming." On the stroke of midnight, Burma time, British officials gave the word to go. At 12:07 the first truck bored away into the darkness. At 12:27 a score more started. By 2 a.m. the first convoy of 60 trucks had left. Other convoys formed behind...
...Chungking news came that the trucks were getting through. Spirits rose. British Ambassador Sir Archibald John Kerr Clark Kerr, beloved by Chinese as he loves them, invited hundreds to cocktails and dinner, where ambiguously mild white wine was passed and toasts were drunk to the future, creeping in along the Burma Road...
Wilfred Grenfell spent his boyhood on the Sands of Dee near Cheshire, England. He used to filch biscuits and wine from his school larder to give to fishermen as they left at dawn to catch the early tide. One day the family doctor showed him a pickled brain, and young Wilfred, "thrilled," decided to become a physician. After he graduated from the University of London, he set up an office in fashionable Mayfair, but he longed for the sea. So in June 1892 he set sail with a British hospital ship to spend a summer treating the natives of Labrador...
...Bolivar for Byron, the Ariel for Shelley. One day Shelley, a very bad sailor, sailed off with two friends and copies of Sophocles and Keats. A few days later their bodies were washed ashore. Trelawny built more funeral pyres. While Byron and Leigh Hunt tossed incense, salt, sugar and wine, Trelawny lit the flames under Shelley's fish-eaten, livid corpse. Said Trelawny: "I restore to nature, through fire, the elements of which this man was composed. . . ." Said Byron: "Why, Trelawny . . . you do it very well." But when Trelawny handed Mary Shelley her husband's "little black shrivelled...