Sometimes I Ask Myself Whether

I Feel Less Alone When I Read The Books Of Ratzinger.

It Brought Back To Mind The Injustice I Spoke Of, The Solitude That Oppresses Women Intent On Defending Their Own Destinies, Their Own Dreams, Their Own Mistakes.

America's Vulnerability Comes Precisely From Its Strength, Its Wealth, Its Power And Its Modernity. It's The Usual Story Of The Dog Chasing Its Own Tail.

Hearing Him Speak Is So Fun, Reassuring I Dare Say. You Can Say All You Like About Sihanouk: That He's An Atrocious Liar, A Madman, A Fraud, A Swashbuckler, An International Blot. You May Think That, But You Cannot Deny How In This Age In Which The Political Arena Seems To Generate Only Dull, Obtuse And Boring Characters With No Imagination, He's A Kind Of Miracle.

But Here's What I've Learned In This War, In This Country, In This City: To Love The Miracle Of Having Been Born.