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...have been abducted in the past year, 35 have been freed, most in the first days after capture. In Rifat's case, the top Canadian representative in Baghdad could offer little help, so Rifat's brother-in-law Abdullah al-Khazraji has taken charge. Venturing almost daily into the netherworld of Fallujah, the restive Sunni city where many of the hostages end up, al-Khazraji has met an assortment of shadowy informants. Some claim to know Rifat's whereabouts; others say they can deliver him for cash. "I feel like I'm hanging by a thread in this web," says...
Walking down the stairs into the little avocado green netherworld of Takemura, you know one thing for certain: this restaurant is brand...
...mesh with nuclear scientists and intelligence chiefs, that a battle must be joined that will dwarf the controversy over Iraq. "The tyranny of Saddam Hussein belongs to another century," Lévy says. "The debate of the next century will be over militant Islam." His guide into this netherworld was Pearl, whom he calls a "posthumous friend" and to whom he ascribes many of his own characteristics: "A Jew of the left, a progressive ... a friend of the uncounted, the universal orphan, the disinherited." Pearl, Lévy says, was a firm believer in the possibility of a moderate Islam...
...First came the over-syruped or under-syruped days, when Diet Sprite would spurt the taps in irregular jolts. Then small square signs covered the soda label, saying, “Out of Order.” But after a week of searching out Diet Sprite even in the netherworld of Currier House, Dartboard saw no progress made towards fixing the fountains. Instead, a mysterious sign appeared on the Winthrop House soda fountain, declaring that Coca-Cola had discontinued Diet Sprite and that Harvard Dining Services would be looking for other options. Lemonade replaced Diet Sprite in Cabot House. Dartboard...
...party of mega-hipster Meadow F. Zapir ’02-’04, roughly three-quarters of the guests were dressed as penises, and the rest went as tampons, abstract concepts and obscure girl-punk bassists. Most of the guests spent the party wallowing in the nebulous netherworld between irony and sincerity. “I like your costume,” they said to each other honestly or questioningly or insultingly...