Within the flaming personality of Mussolini is a cold nucleus, an icy core of reason and discretion. Last week, however, as he continued in triumphal style through Italian Tripoli (TIME, April 19), that warm and colorful land seemed to quicken in him a mood of expansive wellbeing. His utterances mellowed from veiled imperial threats toward the colonies of other nations into a hymn in praise of Tripoli:
"My heart fills with joy. I am positively mad when I see the splendors of this great province of the Italian nation. . . .
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