"Beauty and order are inseparable." So Portugal's dour, scholarly Premier António de Oliveira Salazar is fond of saying. As a spangled religious procession wound through a Lisbon park, both these elements of his 14-year-old clerico-fascist regime were evident. Beauty was represented by the silken banners and swinging censers, order by the plainclothesmen of the dreaded P.V.D.E. (Police of Vigilance and Defense of the State).
But one onlooker, teenaged, tuberculous João do Nascimento, was unappreciative. Like thousands of others, he had tried for two years to get into one of the Government...
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