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...pulled a big U-turn in their lives. There was a slaughterhouse worker who became an animal-rights activist, a venture capitalist who quit to found a high-minded nonprofit, a death-penalty advocate who became a leading death-penalty opponent. Often the insight came in a forehead-smiting moment in the middle of the night: I've got it all wrong...
...Unlike other agencies working overseas, the CIA depends on cover. It is impossible for CIA employees to work in the world's hot spots or really almost anywhere if their names are in the press. Walking around Baghdad with a scarlet CIA tattooed on your forehead is the quickest way to get killed...
...originally from the remote and dirt-poor province of Gansu, on the border with Tibet, works in a mine less than a mile from the shaft in Zuoyun County where the 57 miners drowned. "No, I'm not scared," he says, although he looks it, a frown creasing his forehead and his fingers restlessly juggling his cigarette pack and lighter. Xie says he's confident that the central government is doing its best to protect miners. "I hear the government regulations say that production at illegal mines will be stopped and the mines blown up. I'm sure the State...
...Zhao, his fellow miners called him -- a weary-looking man, 54, wearing a yellow safety helmet and a miner's lamp strung around his neck, black coal dust embedded in the lines on his forehead and lightly powdering the insides of his ears. Last May Zhao and a team of other veterans were assigned to search for the bodies of 57 miners killed in Zuoyun County, deep in China's Shanxi province. The dead men had accidentally tunneled into a flooded mine shaft next to their own. "Many of them are very young--just boys," Zhao says, pausing to light...
...Here's some ghoulish Gould from panels reprinted in Masters of American Comics, we see the detective's hair burned to the scalp; he's shot in the forehead by a .22 rifle bullet; he's left to starve to death, his own prop a smirking skull. This is the text in a Sunday splash from 1943: "A brawny arm is hurled forward! With the speed of lightning, a leather thong wraps itself around the detective's neck - he chokes. His hands struggle toward his throat. His body is yanked backward. The pain is excruciating! The whip butt rises...