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...maximum-security cell on the tenth floor. The prisoner, clad in a jumpsuit and in need of a shave, greeted Schwartz, and the two began conferring in private. During their talk, the guards changed shifts; shortly thereafter, the new guards watched a clean-shaven man in a gray tweed suit sign out-"Michael Schwartz"-and stroll out of the prison and into thin...
...square-dancing party one warm summer evening in Berlin, Harvey was perspiring profusely under a heavy tweed sports jacket but rejected all suggestions that he take it off. 'Can't,' he growled, flipping open the jacket to reveal a pearl-handled revolver strapped under each sweaty armpit. Why not check the guns at the door? 'Can't,' Harvey growled again. 'When you need 'em, you need 'em in a hurry...
...with the baggy jeans, the chinoiserie, the gypsy queen regalia. In with the snappy blue blazers and tweed hacking jackets, button-down Oxford-cloth shirts and Shetland sweaters, khaki slacks and tartan skirts. This summer and fall, the fashion-conscious woman will be wearing exactly what the fashion-unconscious woman has been wearing for decades. It is currently labeled the Preppie Look, though the style has also been known as Ivy League, Town and Country, Brooks Brothers or-in England -County. Mother would approve...
...sits at a table in Seattle's Red Robin restaurant almost humbly, nursing a Rainier beer. The slightly graying hair is neatly combed, well trimmed and barely touching the ears. The suit is a conservative gray tweed, the tie quiet and reassuring. So are his soft-spoken musings, hard to hear over the taped jazz and folk music. "America is in good shape," he offers soothingly. "America is not ideologically racist. Americans are willing to give people a fair shake." He could be a small businessman decompressing amiably between a week's rash of orders and the idyl...
Willie Shawcross, as his friends call him, was just another war correspondent dodging machine-gun fire in Southeast Asia in 1975. This was no place for an Oxford-educated man who looks at home in a tweed three-piece suit, especially for one who didn't enjoy the strains of daily journalism. "Daily journalism is very bad in terms of giving scope and finding out what the hell is going on," says Shawcross. So in 1975, when the Khmer Rouge overran neighboring Cambodia, and Shawcross began to get horror stories from the refugees he talked with, he returned to London...