I hear today - finally - what happened when Nixon met Khrushchev that morning in the Kremlin. Khrushchev opens up strong. He tells Nixon he knows about him, knows he is an enemy of Communism of the Soviet Union, that he is the White Knight of Capitalism.
Nixon replies: He is a defender of capitalism, yes, but he began life as a poor boy, growing up on a small orchard in California, doing all the chores. Khrushchev rejoins that he himself started life as the poorest of the poor. He, Khrushchev, was a bare-foot boy. He shoveled shit to eat a few kopecks.
Well, says Nixon, he too was a poor boy; he too went barefoot; he too shoveled shit.
Khrushchev snorts. So what kind of shit did Nixon shovel? Horseshit, Nixon replies. That's nothing, says Khrushchev. Shoveling horseshit is nothing. He shoveled cowshit. Much worse. Stinks. Sloppy. Gets on your feet and between your toes.
Nixon: I too had to shovel cowshit. Khrushchev seems skeptical. Perhaps Nixon shoveled cowshit once or twice. But animal shit is nothing. He had to shovel human shit. That is the worst.
Nixon does not try to stop Khrushchev on this. He leaves the Kremlin in a state of shock."
Harrison E. Salisbury
My Nixon Fue. "Esquire"
September 1980


@настроение: че за херня? Почему он не постит с первого раза, а жует текст?

@темы: Интересности, События, Статьи

Комментарии
12.09.2007 в 23:45

May I also suggest replacing hyphens (those in the beginning of the first line) with dashes; that'll add clariness to the entry)
13.09.2007 в 12:44

caustic, sure :) I did it but this fucking diary decided to bring me some sweet presents during posting.