(See Cover) In the center of Mexico City squats a vast, magnificently ugly edifice of white marble, imported block by block from Italy. Officially it is the Palace of Fine Arts, but mexicanos call it the elefante blanco and point out, with mingled pride and disdain, that the ponderous thing is slowly sinking, of its own weight, into the city's soft subsoil.
The building is a stony reminder that Mexico has been trying to digest imported culture since the days of Hernando Cortes, and has been having a continuous bellyache in the process. But...
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