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Today, however, both these visual keynotes have been replaced by the chaos of capitalism's dikaya zhizn, or "wild life": weather-beaten babushkas who beg from filthy sidewalks, marauding bands of gypsy children, Lycra-skirted strumpets cavorting with Western businessmen, bankers tooling around town in armor-plated Mercedes, mafia moguls in sharkskin suits who dine on Maine lobster with a $238-a-bottle champagne in five-star hotels. A sense of bewilderment plagues Moscow's residents as they attempt to sort out the conflicting claims of their half-remembered, precommunist culture from the hedonistic and corrupting pull of the West...
...year ago, the country's voters elected their first parliament, an unprecedented exercise in democracy by the authoritarian standards of the Arabian peninsula. But for the past two weeks, armies from the conservative North and socialist South have waged bloody but inconclusive armor and artillery battles in bitter rivalry over the division of political power and the distribution of oil revenues. "Unity is dead," said an Arab League | official in Cairo, and so were hopes that political pluralism had taken root in traditionally monarchical Arabia...
Gradually the cancer cell invades the turf occupied by its normal counterparts, killing all those in its path. It tricks nearby cells into forming food-bearing blood vessels, then compels them to churn out growth- spurring chemicals. To shield itself from patrolling immune cells, the cancer cell sprouts spiny armor like a sea urchin's. To expel the agents physicians send to kill it, the cancer cell deploys along its membrane a battery of tiny pumps. Is there a way to fight such...
...long as Il Cavaliere's armor retains its luster, he will enjoy a mandate for his vision of change. Monday night, while he reaffirmed his promise to deliver a "new Italian miracle," supporters careered through the streets of Rome blasting their car horns and crying "Silvio! Silvio!" It was display of jubilation not seen since the giddy summer of 1990, when soccer-mad Italy seemed on the brink of its fourth World Cup title. That dream, of course, was dashed when the home team lost to Argentina in the semifinals -- a useful lesson to draw on the evanescence of miracles...
...that I need to forget/ And for all the courage that we never had/ I'm just about glad." While Costello can still rave with more venom than many rockers half his age, some of Brutal Youth's finest moments come when he exposes the wounds under his verbal armor...