In the great piazza before the Cathedral of Milan, black-shirted Fascists swarmed like a Titan ant horde, rejoicing militantly at the third anniversary of Fascismo's "bloodless" triumph. Round the motor car of Il Duce, Benito Mussolini, Fascists crowded in a tight packed mass—the quintessence of joyous adoration. Their leader's face, pale from recent ill health, lighted with an inextinguishable flame. Rising he cried: "Fascism has now broken down all dikes and overcome all obstacles . . . crushed its internal enemies. [Of] the currents abroad which are not resigned to our...
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