History, whatever Hegel or Marx may have said about tragedy and farce, can also repeat itself as a tragicomedy.
As the year opened in Paris, two stories dominated the news, one of them sad, the other funny. The first occurred at the Talbot auto plant in Poissy, just outside the capital.
Back in Warsaw after my trip to Gdansk, I talk about the economy with the outgoing government's spokesman on reform. He is more specific on what is to be done than on how it should be achieved.
The jingoist euphoria that followed a successful one-sided war may not last as long as the Republicans now assume.
Early on the morning of June 8, a messenger arrived at an apartment in one of the poshest districts of Paris bearing documents to be signed by a former high-level government official and prominen
At the turn of the year, the Western media, like
latter-day Columbuses, suddenly discovered that
Europe was speaking with an increasingly strong
German accent. Their surprise was surprising.
One of the first signs of old age, I'm told, is when a young woman offers you her seat on a bus (and the next stage, presumably, is when you accept it).
The miracle did not happen. Dynamics, as Lionel Jospin had hoped, did not defeat arithmetic. On his third try, Jacques Chirac made it. The Socialist interlude is over.
It is a pleasure to watch, on both sides of the Atlantic, the professional prophets of "evil empire" now forced to perform their "agonizing reappraisals."
There seem to be a large measure of agreement between Walesa and Mazowiecki over fundamental economic policy.
Daniel Singer and Lawrence Goodwyn