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...attempts to bring down the temple over the heads of our enemies as well as our own invariably miss the enemy altogether. Not only do we manage to lose a great many more heads than does the enemy, but (and by now this should be starkly clear to the blindest of us) killing civilians (few or many, innocent or not) does nothing, absolutely nothing, to weaken the enemy. It makes him stronger and more voracious. Sharon, we all seem to agree, practically wills Palestinian suicide operations...
Major League Baseball?s umpires have just called themselves out. Fifty-seven of the sports world?s fattest, grumpiest and, by some accounts, blindest men have sent in their resignation from the league, effective September 2. Mind you, it?s not a strike ?- more of a balk. "A strike is a union-sponsored withholding of services," umpires? union head Richie Phillips told the New York Times. "This, in fact, is a resignation of their position and their signing with another corporation to provide services." That "other corporation" was of course tailor-made a few weeks ago for just this eventuality...
...spirits, and eventually to little winged creatures in the bottoms of gardens. In his 1922 volume The Coming of the Fairies, Doyle reproduced photographs of a tiny goblin and elves caught by a child's camera. The pictures were manifestly staged; the entire project made all but the blindest believers wince. One who did not was a young American botanist named J.B. Rhine. After an inspiring Doyle lecture on spiritualism, Rhine and his wife Louisa immersed themselves in literature published by the Society for Psychical Research. When Rhine later joined the faculty of Duke University, he began a lifelong...
...about Bombay: "A girl put her head in the window and howled, 'Bly-eye-nd brother! Blye-eye-nd brother!' She wasn't lying. When I put my head out the window I saw him. He wasn't just blind: he was the Blindest. He didn't even have to roll his eyes to show he was blinder than anybody. Somebody had left his irises out. 'Get him contact lenses,' I advised, and gave her a nickel. I would have made it a dime but I didn't want to corrupt...
...what it feels like to break stones and trim flags.' " Each is lucidly articulate about his views. Old Road-Dust insists: "Everything is always what it is able to be and never otherwise . . . He who knows the world takes it as it is when it is at its blindest, not as it is when it is seeing most clearly." Sandemar, a world-roaming aristocrat among tramps, carries a slate on which he writes and then wipes out his thoughts. Why? "I'll tell you-because we have found nothing. We merely find that it is possible...