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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...vignette, Lewis offers a European's-eye view of how Muslims, primarily in the Middle East, arrived at their current sorry pass. He gives Islam full credit for a millennium of glory, when the faith conquered much of the world, dominated the global economy, and brought civilization to high flower in science, medicine, classical learning. But his interest is in unraveling the recent centuries in which the Muslim world lost virtually all of it, dating from Kara Mustafa's military defeat at the gates of Vienna...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Why a Civilization Declined | 2/18/2002 | See Source »

...year-old girl lies in a hospital bed as foreign doctors poke at the blistering bruises tracing her body. Baffled, they fill petri dishes with bits of her skin and scribble detailed notes about the sores that flower bright pink and yellow. She can see her little brother next to her, and she holds his hand between their cots. Soon, her brother will die, his breath giving way to a malady humanity has never seen before: the effects of nuclear radiation...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Fallout of War | 2/18/2002 | See Source »

...Best Markets: On Sunday mornings, the food-and-flower market on the Quai des Celestins, and the artists? and artisans? market across the Saône on the Quai Romain-Rolland...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Built to Be Beautiful | 2/18/2002 | See Source »

...Family Ties” lie in the precocity of Alex, Mallory, Jennifer and even little Andy. Their maturity and wisdom created a world in which the children often raised their parents—as well as a political dichotomy shared at dinner tables across the country, as the flower children’s offspring embraced the Reagan Revolution...

Author: By Scott G. Bromley, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Keatonomics | 2/14/2002 | See Source »

...harassers feared my vitriolic quips or my confrontational finger snaps, they had stopped whispering, spitting and throwing. My flamboyance had worn them out. Well, most of them. One morning in October, as I left for school, I realized the mailbox was missing. I found my mother’s flower pots shattered on our front steps. I saw the word “faggot” etched in the driveway. I smelled urine on the front porch. At least my family wouldn’t have to decorate for Halloween—the white toilet paper hanging from our trees...

Author: By William L. Adams, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: My Flaming Valentine | 2/14/2002 | See Source »

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