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ENGAGEMENT ANNOUNCED. By JEAN-BERT-RAND ARISTIDE, 42, former priest and current President of Haiti; in Port au Prince. Although Aristide refused to name his fiancee, sources close to him identified her as MILDRED TROUILLET, a presidential legal counselor...
Many Algerians heeded fundamentalist warnings to stay home. They stocked up on food and supplies ahead of time, and the streets of Algiers, the country's port-city capital, were eerily silent when the time for voting came. Open-air markets and schools were closed all week, in fact, lest they be targeted by the Islamists. As security forces 200,000 strong took up posts in Algiers and other large cities, motorists were stopped every few hundred yards at police and army check-points. At campaign rallies, supporters were often outnumbered by bodyguards and police brandishing pistols...
...tunnel sticking 15 feet out of its payload bin, very slowly -- at the rate of an inch per second -- through a forest of antenna and solar arrays. It looks like a big mechanical porcupine with five to ten inches of clearance. The Atlantis crew rams it into the docking port on the Mir. A huge metallic kiss." When the two crews met, Hannifin adds, the Americans presented them with chocolate and "about 900 pounds of potable water...
...sticking 15 feet out of its payload bin, very slowly -- at the rate of an inch per second -- through a forest of antenna and solar arrays. It looks like a big mechanical porcupine with five to ten inches of clearance. The Atlantis crew will ram it into the docking port on the Mir. A huge metallic kiss. It's going to require some exquisite spacemanship." If all goes according to plan, says Hannifin, the space ballet will be over by 1:48 am EST. The two crews will greet each other at 3:45 am. "The Americans are bringing some...
Theroux speculates that as the Mediterranean's cities have grown larger physically, they have become smaller-minded and monoglot. Alexandria, as novelist Lawrence Durrell put it, was once home to "five races, five languages, a dozen creeds." Now it is a dull port of Arabic-speaking Arabs bound by one creed, Islam. Theroux finds the same dreary uniformity in other cities: "It was hard to imagine a black general named Othello living in Venice now," despite all the Senegalese selling trinkets near the Grand Canal...