You couldn’t get any closer to Michelangelo. There is nothing between you and the drawings, each little larger than a magazine page. It must be extremely rare to be able to see such masterpieces so intimately—as though you own them yourself and have hung them in a small, bare room so that nothing distracts from them. Except that nobody could own them, no matter how wealthy.
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Here in London, wine buffs are toasting the exposure of the great French pinot noir scam. From January 2006 until March 2008, 13.5m liters of wine were shipped from producers in southwest France to E&J Gallo in the U.S. and sold under the Red Bicyclette label as pinot noir.
I am surrounded by colleagues who are taking part in an experiment to determine if jet lag can be tamed. They have formed an ad hoc test group to try out various drug cocktails and regimes. Some of them are flying through as many time zones as one trip can accommodate. Body clocks, real clocks, circadian rhythms, night and day, every conceivable challenge is being endured in the interests of research.
History has a way of not going quietly. When I looked for a suitable name to attach to my award for dilatory performance from our intelligence agencies, I chose Kermit Tyler’s, that of the young army officer who was on...
Did Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, the Jockstrap Bomber, really fail? In his principal objective, to blow up Northwest Flight 253 on Christmas Day, he surely did fail. But if you were his Al Qaeda controller, that disappointment would be tempered by some clear gains
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