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...well-informed and well-educated elite can only watch and weep as an Attorney General candidate who did nothing illegal is sacrificed to a telephone-wielding mob of radio talk-show listeners, and sound long-term proposals are torpedoed by myopic self-interest. Such idiocy will not stop until government answers only to those capable of calling it to account. Only the well-informed have the ability to do so, yet in a democracy, their influence is hopelessly diluted...
...ghost city, a tragedy formed into a city, like a city in Germany in 1945." He says, "I saw a cat that was a ruin of a cat. I saw a dog that was a ghost of a dog." He says, "I feel the time has come to weep...
...moved to weep, but rather to feel anger and disgust. This is not tragedy. The word tragedy would give this business too much moral elevation. What has happened in Bosnia is just squalor and barbarism -- the filthy work of liars and cynics manipulating tribal prejudices, using atrocity propaganda and old blood feuds to accomplish the unclean political result of "ethnic cleansing." The displacement of a million innocent civilians, turned into refugees, is not a consequence of the war, but precisely the purpose of the war. It has worked...
Sinead shifts gears and plays Big Band crooner on "Secret Love" and kicks Harry Connick Jr.'s ass. Unfortunately, she is not as successful with "Black Coffee," a blues/jazz lament. Lines like "Woman's born to weep and fret/ To stay at home and tend her oven/And drown her past regrets in coffee and cigarrettes" are delivered without irony, which is as shame since O'Connor doesn't believe this song and it shows...
...TITLE IS ENVY. Iago, weep. In her second book -- her first was last year's best-selling Damage -- British novelist Josephine Hart has concocted a silly piece of romantic formula and fitted it out with enough heavy portents to sustain a Greek myth. "They say the veil that hides the future from us was woven by an angel of mercy," she muses. Or, "Novelists of our own lives, making ourselves up from bits of other people, using the dead and living to tell our tale, we tell tales." And this is only in the prologue...