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...dead in the woods." Kelly was upset that he had told Iraqi scientists that there would be no repercussions if they cooperated with the U.N., and Broucher surmised that Kelly agonized over betraying his contacts. The revelation brought the investigation face to face with Kelly's pain. The emotional pitch will remain high at least until late this week, when Blair is scheduled to testify. --By Helen Gibson
...from seven kinds of hardwood native to Indonesia and joined entirely by pegs, which Assad calls "tree nails." Burningham declares himself "just about satisfied" with the results. "Stability is adequate, not excellent, and the maximum speed is about 7 1/2 knots. She has a terrific motion and doesn't pitch or roll." The ship that he and Assad built is a funny-looking duck, with masts like narrow pointed ladders, canted sails and stout bamboo outriggers. The ship's captain, Alan Campbell, a Scotsman now living in Tasmania, recalls his first impression: "Some ships, when you first see them...
...Iraqi scientists nothing would happen if they cooperated with the U.N., and Broucher felt he was he agonizing that he had betrayed his contacts. Even with the precise meaning of Kelly's remark uncertain, the revelation brought the investigation face to face with Kelly's searing pain. The emotional pitch will remain high at least through Thursday, when Blair is scheduled to testify. but What do we know at this point? Last month, Kelly, Britain's foremost expert on Iraq's weaponry, was found dead in a field near his Oxfordshire home with his wrist slit. Kelly had been...
...Almighty...?? Rick Almighty...?? There MUST be a name that will strike the pitch-perfect note of amusing incongruity...
...smug jaw—say that he did not force his local affiliates to ban the Dixie Chicks, that he called them and told them to do it, but it was something that they would have wanted to do anyway. I, of course, at 1:30 in a pitch black night, dressed in an oversized striped T-shirt and lounging on the couch drinking cranberry juice, heckle the small screen—ice hitting the edge of the glass, the juice about to fly. Suffice it to say that I expressed my discontent with Mr. Dickey, as well as with...