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...delay does not yet mean war can be avoided. Bush has been at this pass before, notably last autumn when sharp international and domestic criticism threatened to derail his drive for regime change in Iraq almost before it began. Yet he maneuvered adroitly around and over the obstacles to advance his cause by pushing a tough inspection resolution through the U.N. The coming days will continue to work for and against him. But whatever the behavior of nations outside Iraq--and barring a change of behavior or a stroke of luck inside Iraq--it seems unlikely that Bush's game...
...growth will be .6%, possibly kicking off with an economic contraction in this quarter - technically, that would be a recession if the previous quarter turns out to be negative too. Recession or not, the growth figure is well down from Economy and Labor Minister Wolfgang Clement's forecast last autumn of 1.5%. Even the good news has a hitch. In Germany, 2002 exports were up by 2.9%. But in 2003 the strength of the euro, which last week reached three-year highs against the dollar, will make exports more expensive. "In any global upswing," says Holger Schmieding, the London-based...
...THOSE WITH ACCESS TO IT, THE ENVIRONS OF Yongbyon, home to North Korea's main nuclear complex, can be a lovely place to visit. The country's founder, Kim Il Sung, so adored the region's azaleas and autumn foliage that he built a vacation home there, on a mountain overlooking the clear blue waters of the river near Yongbyon. Late last month Yongbyon was the site of a party of sorts, thrown by 100 North Korean officials and attended by the two U.N. weapons inspectors assigned to monitor the complex for signs that North Korea is trying to restart...
...neared the hunters’ camp in the Berkshire Hills, the explosion of autumn reds and yellows quite took my breath away. I found the camp, parked, and walked over to the grill where venison sausage was cooking...
...clear days we’ve had this rainy autumn, I walked down Brattle Street to Mount Auburn Cemetery and wandered through acres furrowed with headstones and eroding statues. The sky was that distant hard blue you see only in the fall, and sunlight filled the laps of all the seated weeping angels. In that clear cool silence, everything I saw seemed charged with profound meaning; the wasps that, drowsy in the chill, buzzed through the fretted door of a crypt nauseated me. We are, I thought, the wasps and I, the only quick creatures in all these acres...