David Tang has this anecdote in today's FT: “Talking of death, I have
always admired the optimism of Spain’s General Franco who regarded himself as
almost immortal. Once, it is said, he
was lying, extremely weakly, in bed and everyone around him thought he was
going to die. Hearing a great deal of
commotion and noise, the dictator asked, with a weakening hand, “What’s all
that noise?” His aide replied: “General,
that's the crowd outside. Your
people. There are thousands of them
chanting your name. They have come to
say farewell.” The General looked
faintly puzzled and asked: “Where are they going?”
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