I saw a great civilization rising on a plateau on the shores of a lake between the 15th and 20th parallels, a promised land of rich milk and honey blest.
João Bosco (1815-88),
Brasilia's patron saint
AT the rate of one each 30 minutes, 2,333 trucks churned out of Rio de Janeiro and took the road west, their springs creaking under all the paraphernalia of bureaucracy, from swivel chairs to paper clips. In the wilderness of Brazil's central plateau, planes touched down on a new, jet-length runway every two minutes with Tempelhof-like precision....