A full sun beat pitilessly on the wide, graceful avenue that borders Sicily's Palermo Gulf. Half a mile away on the waters of the Mediterranean many of Italy's finest men-of-war were riding at anchor. Beads of sweat trickled from II Duce's dictatorial brow to the collar of his crisp white suit as he held forth from a 30-foot-high podium to thousands of Sicilians sweltering below.
Last week's oration was the grand finale to Italy's summer war games in Sicily, was evidently intended to be a curtain raiser for new developments in Italian foreign...
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