"It has long been my bitter hunch that the man I can`t help think of as the last monster of the 20th century, Fidel Castro, creator and warden of the floating prison to our south, would die of old age in a big brass bed, a snifter of brandy in one hand and a good cigar in the other; I hated that hunch," writes Peggy Noonan.
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