“So Fidel Castro, I announce to the City of New York that you gave all of us who are alone in this country . . . some sense that there were heroes in the world. One felt life in one’s overargued blood as one picked up in our newspapees the details of your voyage. . . . It was as if the ghost of Cortez had appeared in our century riding Zapata’s white horse. You were the first and greatest hero to appear in the world since the Second War. . . . [Y]ou are the answer to the argument of commissars and statesmen that revolutions cannot last, that they turn corrupt or eat their own.”