His mother rushed into the room, her arms filled with flowers, her eyes filled with tears. Then came his sister, the burgomaster, the scores of well-wishers from all over the bustling (pop. 14,000) city of Huy, Belgium. At first, the slender, 48-year-old Dominican priest could scarcely believe the news: the Nobel Committee of the Norwegian Parliament had just awarded him the 1958 Nobel Peace Prize. "I'm too young." Father Georges Pire protested. But an hour and a half later, he sent off his acceptance: "Say thank you to Norway, whose heart has...
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