It took only a week in office to show that Fidel Castro, the Prime Minister, was little different from Fidel Castro, the talkative, disorganized rebel. He moved out of the confusion of his Havana Hilton suite and into the confusion of a stucco chalet named High Ranch, on a hill east of Havana. Typical scene one noon in the living room: a woman travel writer asleep on a couch, cigar butts on the floor, a disconnected chandelier. Outside on the porch a cassocked priest sat reading the funny papers.
In speeches and on TV, Castro rambled loquaciously on. He said that...
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