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...But of these sophisms and elenchs of merchandise I skill not...
Milton, Areopagitica

Except he had found the
standing sea-rock that even this last
Temptation breaks on; quieter than death but lovelier; peace
that quiets the desire even of praising it.

Jeffers, Meditation On Saviors


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1.3.09

Just one blow for freedom, bro:

pummeling the rebel commandante into submission

The chiseled former U.S. Marine and self-described southern redneck reared back

the coup de grace in the three men’s action-packed new memoir

like a postcard from a rain forest gulag

and in the authors’ interview this week with TIME

Some of their more unpleasant memories are saved for fellow hostage Ingrid Betancourt

acting like a privileged blue-blood — “a frickin’ princess”

Asked to elaborate on Betancourt, Stansell told TIME: “That’s an infection I lived with for many years...

With all eyes on Baghdad and new war heroes like former POW Jessica Lynch

when bad things happen to hired guns

the three gringos admit that living alongside their fellow prisoners proved almost as challenging

Betancourt, who was nominated for this year’s Nobel Peace Prize and whom other freed prisoners have praised for her courageous, selfless behavior in the jungle

By the end, those rats are eating each other

with the help of billions in U.S. military aid

Shortly after their rescue, Stansell, Gonsalves and Howes met their hero, Colombian President Alvaro Uribe...
John Otis!/Time! 01.Mar.09
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Astonishing work from Mr. Otis.
One is saddened, some, gladdened, some, at the fall of once at least passably literate standards for direct CIA-to-TIME newsfeeds.
Yale graduates and everything. Once shining princes of manipulation, now anxious and hopeful as car-wash part-timers and cheap day-labor waiting in the lumberyard parking lot at dawn, as it were.
Come to this. A sad day for the invisible hands of skulduggery and deceit.
The Whore of Babylon(3rd letter down) has grown old, stuck like a piece of lettuce between the implacable grinding teeth of Oblivion.

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