At high noon one day last week, a throng of angry housewives, their market baskets under their arms, tramped along Pamplona's main street, the Paseo de Sarasate. The price of eggs had gone up from 30 to 43 ยข a dozen over the weekend. "To the governor's palace!" cried the women. "We won't stand for this any longer . . . Hang the black marketeers!"
Flying Omelets. As the women reached the governor's palace, the gates were hastily bolted, and nervous guards lined up.
One woman threw an egg, splashed the light grey uniform of a guard. Other women, reaching into...