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The girl, unlike most people photographed for fashion magazines, was not beautiful. Moreover, she had no desire to appear beautiful, as anyone looking at her could tell, and for that reason Teacher Fei stopped turning the pages and studied her. She had short, unruly hair and wide-set eyes that glared at the camera in a closeup shot. In another photo, she stood in front of a bedroom door, her back to the camera, her hand pushing the door ajar. A bed and its pink sheet were artfully blurred. Her black T-shirt, in sharp focus, displayed a line of white printed characters: "My father is less of a creature than a pig or a dog because he is an adulterer."
The girl was nineteen, Teacher Fei learned from the article. Her parents had divorced three years earlier, and she suspected that another woman, a second cousin of her father's, had seduced him. On her eighteenth birthday, the first day permitted by law, the daughter had filed a lawsuit against him. As she explained to the reporter, he was a member of the Communist Party, and he should be punished for abandoning his family, and for the immoral act of taking a mistress in the first place. When the effort to imprison her father failed, the girl started a blog and called it A Declaration of War on Unfaithful Husbands.
"What is it that this crazy girl wants?" Teacher Fei asked out loud before reaching the girl's answer. She wanted her father to lose his job, she told the reporter, along with his social status, his freedom, if possible, and his mistress for sure; she wanted him to beg her and her mother to take him back. She would support him for the rest of his life as the most filial daughter, but he had to repent—and, before that, to suffer as much as she and her mother had.
What malice, Teacher Fei thought. He flung the magazine across the room, knocking a picture frame from the bookcase and surprising himself with this sudden burst of anger. At sixty-six, Teacher Fei had seen enough of the world to consider himself beyond the trap of pointless emotions. Was it the milkman, his mother asked from the living room. Milkmen had long ago ceased to exist in Beijing, milk being sold abundantly in stores now; still, approaching ninety, she was snatched from time to time by the old fear that a neighbor or a passerby would swipe their two rationed bottles. Remember how they had twice been fined for lost bottles, she asked as Teacher Fei entered the living room, where she sat in the old armchair that had been his father's favorite spot in his last years. Teacher Fei hadn't listened closely, but it was a question he knew by heart, and he said yes, he had remembered to pick up the bottles the moment they were delivered. Be sure to leave them in a basin of cold water so the milk does not turn sour, she urged. He stood before her and patted her hands, folded in her lap, and reassured her that there was no need for her to worry. She grabbed him then, curling her thin fingers around his. "I have nothing to say about this world," she said slowly.
"I know," Teacher Fei said. He bent down and placed her hands back in her lap. "Should I warm some milk?" he asked, though he could see that already she was slipping away into her usual reverie, one that would momentarily wash her mind clean. Sometimes he made an effort, coaxing her to walk with baby steps to exercise her shrinking muscles. A few years ago, the limit of her world had been the park two blocks down the street, and later the stone bench across the street from their apartment; now it was their fifth-floor balcony. Teacher Fei knew that in time he would let his mother die in peace in this apartment. She disliked strangers, and he couldn't imagine her in a cold bed in a crowded hospital ward.
Teacher Fei withdrew to the study, which had been his father's domain until his death. His mother had long ago stopped visiting this room, so Teacher Fei was the one who took care of the books on the shelves, airing the yellowing pages twice a year on the balcony, but inevitably some of the books had become too old to rescue, making way for the fashion magazines that Teacher Fei now purchased.
The black-clad girl taunted him from the magazine lying open on the floor. He picked her up and carefully set her on the desk, then fumbled in the drawer for an inkpot. Much of the ink in the bottle had evaporated from lack of use, and few of the brushes in the bamboo container were in good shape now. Still, with a fine brush pen and just enough ink on the tip, he was able to sketch a scorpion in the margin of the page, its pincers stabbing toward the girl's eyes. It had been six years since he retired as an art teacher, nearly forty since he last painted out of free will. Teacher Fei looked at the drawing. His hand was far from a shaking old man's. He could have made the scorpion an arthropod version of the girl, but such an act would have been beneath his standards. Teacher Fei had never cursed at a woman, either in words or in any other form of expression, and he certainly did not want to begin with a young girl.
Later, when Mrs. Luo, a neighbor in her late forties who had been laid off by the local electronics factory, came to sit with Teacher Fei's mother, he went to a nearby Internet café. It was a little after two, a slow time for the business, and the manager was dozing off in the warm sunshine. A few middle-school students, not much older than twelve or thirteen, were gathered around a computer, talking in tones of hushed excitement, periodically breaking into giggles. Teacher Fei knew these types of kids. They pooled their pocket money in order to spend a few truant hours in a chat room, impersonating people much older than themselves and carrying on affairs with other human beings who could be equally fraudulent. In his school days, Teacher Fei had skipped his share of classes to frolic with friends in the spring meadow or to take long walks in the autumn woods, and he wondered if, in fifty years, the children around the computer would have to base their nostalgia on a fabricated world that existed only in a machine. But who could blame them for paying little attention to the beautiful April afternoon? Teacher Fei had originally hired Mrs. Luo for an hour a day so that he could take a walk; ever since he had discovered the Internet, Mrs. Luo's hours had been increased. Most days now she spent three hours in the afternoon taking care of Teacher Fei's mother and cooking a meal for both of them. The manager of the Internet café had once suggested that Teacher Fei purchase a computer of his own; the man had also volunteered to set it up, saying that he would be happy to see a good customer save money, even if it meant that he would lose some business. Teacher Fei had rejected the generous offer—despite his mother's increasing loss of her grip on reality, he could not bring himself to perform any act of dishonesty in her presence.
Teacher Fei located the girl's blog without a problem. There were more pictures of her there, some with her mother. Anyone could see the older woman's unease in front of the camera. In her prime she would have been more attractive than her daughter was now, but perhaps it was the diffidence in her face that had softened some of the features that in her daughter's case were accentuated by rage. Under the heading "Happier Time," Teacher Fei found a black-and-white photo of the family. The girl, aged three or four, sat on a high stool, and her parents stood on either side. On the wall behind them was a garden, painted by someone without much artistic taste, Teacher Fei could tell right away. The girl laughed with a mouthful of teeth, and the mother smiled demurely, as a married woman would be expected to in front of a photographer. The father was handsome, with perfectly shaped cheekbones and deep-set eyes not often found in a Chinese face, but the strain in his smile and the tiredness in those eyes seemed to indicate little of the happiness the daughter believed had existed in her parents' marriage.
Teacher Fei shook his head and scribbled on a scrap of paper the man's name and address and home phone number, as well as the address and number of his work unit, which had all been listed by the girl. A scanned image of his resident's I.D. was displayed, too. Teacher Fei calculated the man's age, forty-six, and noted that on the paper. When he went to the message board on the girl's Web site, Teacher Fei read a few of the most recent posts, left by sympathetic women claiming to have been similarly hurt by unfaithful husbands or absent fathers. "Dearest Child," one message started, from a woman calling herself "Another Betrayed Wife," who praised the young girl as an angel of justice and courage. Teacher Fei imagined these women dialling the father's number at night, or showing up in front of his work unit to brandish cardboard signs covered with words of condemnation. "To all who support this young woman's mission," he typed in the box at the bottom of the Web page, "the world will be a better place when one learns to see through to the truth instead of making hasty and unfounded accusations."
"A Concerned Man," Teacher Fei signed his message. A different opinion was not what these women would want to hear, but any man with a brain had to accept his responsibility to make the truth known. A girl among the group of middle schoolers glanced at Teacher Fei and then whispered to a companion, who looked up at him with a snicker before letting herself be absorbed again by the screen. An old man with wrinkles and without hair. Teacher Fei assessed himself through the girls' eyes: bored and boring, no doubt undesirable in any sense, but who could guarantee the girls that the flirtatious young man online who made their hearts speed was not being impersonated by an equally disgraceful old man?
Later that evening, when Teacher Fei had wrung a warm towel to the perfect stage of moistness and passed it to his mother, who sat on another towel on her bed, a curtain separating her partly undressed body from him, he thought about the two girls and their youthful indifference. One day, if they were fortunate enough to survive all the disappointments life had in store for them, they would have to settle into their no longer young bodies.
"Do you remember Carpenter Chang?" Teacher Fei's mother asked from the other side of the curtain. Three times a week, Mrs. Luo bathed Teacher Fei's mother, and on the other evenings Teacher Fei and his mother had to make do with the curtain as he assisted her with her sponge bath and listened to her reminisce about men and women long dead. Half an hour, and sometimes an hour, would pass, his mother washing and talking on one side of the curtain, him listening and sometimes pressing for details on the other side. This was the time of day they talked the most, when Teacher Fei knew that although his mother's body was frail and her mind tangled by memories, she was still the same graceful woman who, with her unhurried storytelling, knew how to take the awkwardness out of a situation in which she had to be cared for by a grown son who had remained a bachelor all his life.
Having his mother as his only companion in old age was not how Teacher Fei had envisioned his life, but he had accepted this with little grievance. He enjoyed conversations with her, for whom things long forgotten by the world were as present as the air she shallowly breathed: two apprentices pulling a giant paper fan back and forth in a barbershop to refresh the sweating customers, the younger one winking at her while her grandfather snored on the bench waiting for his daily shave; the machine her father had installed in the front hall of their house, operated by a pedalling servant, which cut a long tube of warm, soft toffee into small neat cubes that, once hardened, were wrapped in squares of cellophane by her and her four sisters; the cousins and second cousins who had once been playmates, fed and clothed and schooled alongside her and her sisters when they were young, but who later claimed to have been exploited as child laborers by her capitalist father; her wedding to Teacher Fei's father, attended by the best-known scholars of the day and lamented by most of her relatives, her mother included, as a bad match.
Teacher Fei's father had been the oldest and poorest of his mother's suitors. Twenty years her senior, he had worked as a part-time teacher in the élite high school that she and her sisters attended, and when she rejected him a renowned scholar wrote to her on his behalf, assuring the sixteen-year-old girl of what was beyond her understanding at the time: that Teacher Fei's father would become one of the most important philosophers in the nation and, more than that, would be a devoted husband who would love her till death parted them.
Teacher Fei had always suspected that his mother had agreed to see his father only to appease the scholar, but within a year the two had married, and afterward, before Teacher Fei's father found a university position, his mother used her dowry to help her husband support his parents and siblings in the countryside. Unable to become pregnant, she had adopted a boy—Teacher Fei—from the long line of nephews and nieces who lived in close quarters in her husband's family compound, which had been built and rebuilt in the course of four generations. She had never hidden this fact from Teacher Fei, and he remembered being saddened after a holiday in his father's home village when he was eight and finally understood that he alone had been plucked from his siblings and cousins. His relatives, his birth parents included, had treated him with respect and even awe. It was his good fortune, his mother had said, comforting him, to have two pairs of parents and two worlds.
Poor man, she said now, and for a moment, lost in his reverie, Teacher Fei wondered if he had told her about the avenging daughter. Then he realized that his mother was still talking about the carpenter, who had once carved five coffins for his children, all killed by typhoid within a week. The carpenter's wife, who had been hired as a wet nurse for Teacher Fei when he first left his birth mother, had returned to the house years later with the news. Even as a ten-year-old, Teacher Fei could see that the woman had been driven out of her mind and would go on telling the story to any willing ears until her death.
It's the innocent ones who are often preyed upon by life's cruelty, Teacher Fei replied, and when his mother did not speak he recounted the girl's story from the magazine. He paused when his mother, dressed in her pajamas, pulled the curtain aside. All set for the dreamland, she said. He did not know if she had heard him, but when he tucked her in she looked up from the pillow. "You should not feel upset by the girl," she said.
He was not, Teacher Fei replied; it was just that he found the girl's hatred extraordinary. His mother shook her head slightly on the pillow, looking past his face at the ceiling, as if she did not want to embarrass him by confronting his lie. "The weak-minded choose to hate," she said. "It's the least painful thing to do, isn't it?"
She closed her eyes as if exhausted. Rarely did she stay in a conversation with him with such clarity these days, and he wondered whether she had chosen to neglect the world simply because it no longer interested her. He waited, and when she did not open her eyes he wished her a night of good sleep and clicked off the bedside lamp.
"The weak-minded choose to hate," Teacher Fei wrote in his journal later that night. For years, he'd had the habit of taking notes of his mother's words. "I have nothing to say about this world," he wrote, the line most often repeated in the journal. Twenty-five years ago, his father, after a long day of musing in his armchair, had said the same thing, his final verdict before he swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills. Teacher Fei's mother had not sounded out of sorts when she had called him that evening to report his father's words, nor had she cried the following morning on the phone with the news of his father's death. Teacher Fei suspected that, if his mother had not been an active accomplice, she had, at the least, been informed of the suicide plan; either way it made no difference, for the border between husband and wife had long been obscured in his parents' marriage. What surprised Teacher Fei was his mother's willingness to live on. He visited her daily after his father's death and within a year had moved in with her. He recorded and analyzed every meaningful sentence of hers, looking for hints that the words were her farewell to the world. He was intentionally careless about his pills, and hers, too, as he believed she must have been in his father's final days—they had always been a family of insomniacs—but by the fifth anniversary of his father's death Teacher Fei had stopped waiting. She had nothing to say about the world, she told him that day, more out of amusement than resignation, and he knew then that she would not choose to end her life.
The message that Teacher Fei had left on the girl's Web site was not there when he checked the next day at the Internet café. Why was he surprised? Still, his hands shook as he composed another message, calling the girl a manipulative liar. A young couple, seventeen or eighteen at most, cast disapproving glances at Teacher Fei from another computer, seemingly alarmed by his vehement treatment of the keyboard.
The chat rooms he normally frequented held little attraction for him today. He was leaving on a business trip abroad, he told a friend in one chat room who called herself Perfume Beauty, and then repeated the news to similarly named women in other chat rooms, knowing that they would find other idling men to flirt with. The night before, he had imagined the reaction of the girl and her female allies to his message, and had composed an eloquent retort to throw at these petty-minded women. But no doubt the girl would again erase it, and he could not stop her, nor could he expose her dishonesty. Teacher Fei logged off the computer and watched the boy sneak a hand under the girl's sweater and wiggle it around, perhaps trying to unhook her troublesome bra. She looked at the screen with a straight face, but her body, moving slightly in coöperation, betrayed her enjoyment.
The girl noticed Teacher Fei's attention first and signalled to her boyfriend to stop. Without withdrawing his hand, he mouthed a threat at Teacher Fei, who lifted his arms as if surrendering and stood up to leave. When he walked past the couple, he raised a thumb and gave the boy a smile, as if they were conspiring comrades; the boy, caught off guard, grinned disarmingly before turning his face away.
Teacher Fei had never cupped his hands around a woman's breasts, and for an instant he wished that he possessed the magic to make the boy disappear and let him take his place next to the girl. What stupidity, Teacher Fei chided himself, after he had gulped down a can of ice-cold soda water at a roadside stand. It was that angry girl and her fraudulence—that was what was depriving him of his peace. He wished that he had been his mother's birth son, that he had her noble and calm blood running through his veins, guarding him against the ugliness of the world.
The good fortune that his mother had once assured him of had not lasted long. At eighteen, he had been an ambitious art student about to enter the nation's top art institute, but within a year his father, an exemplary member of the reactionary intellectuals, was demoted from professor to toilet cleaner, and Teacher Fei's education had been terminated. For the next twenty years, Teacher Fei's mother had accompanied his father from building to building, one hand carrying a bucket of cleaning tools and the other holding her husband's arm, as if they were on their way to a banquet. Yet, in the end, even she could not save her husband from despair. Teacher Fei's father had killed himself two years after he was restored to his position at the university.
The next day, Teacher Fei saw that his second message to the girl had also been confiscated by the cyberworld. A different message, left by a woman who hailed the girl as a guardian of the morality of modern China, taunted Teacher Fei in bold type.
He hastily composed another post, and then spent twenty minutes rephrasing it in a calmer tone, but a day later, when that message had also been deleted, his rage erupted. He called her a "scorpion girl" in a new message, saying that he hoped no man would make the mistake of his life by marrying her and succumbing to her poison; he took great pity on her father, since an evil daughter like her would make any father live in a hell.
Her father . . . Teacher Fei paused in his typing, as the man's unhappy face in the photo came back to him. He decided to call the man's work unit, an institute affiliated with the Ministry of Propaganda, from a phone booth in the street. A woman answered, and when Teacher Fei asked for the man by name she inquired about the nature of his business. An old school friend who has lost touch, he said, apologizing that he did not have another number for him and so had to make the initial contact through the work unit.
The woman hesitated and then told him to wait. When the phone was picked up again, Teacher Fei was surprised by the voice, which sounded as though it belonged to a much older man. It didn't matter what his name was, Teacher Fei replied when the girl's father asked for it; he was merely calling as a man who was sympathetic to a fellow-man's situation. He then asked if there was a chance that they could meet in person. The line clicked dead while he was in midsentence.
When Mrs. Luo came the next day, Teacher Fei begged her to stay till later in the evening. He would pay her double for the extra hours, he said, and Mrs. Luo, after complaining about the inconvenience, agreed, adding that a man like Teacher Fei indeed deserved an occasional break from caring for an elderly woman. Mrs. Luo had not lowered her voice, and Teacher Fei glanced at his mother, who sat in the armchair with her eyes fixed on a square of afternoon sunshine on the floor. She was obedient and quiet in front of Mrs. Luo, who, like everybody else, believed that Teacher Fei's mother had long been lost in her own world of dementia.
A man like him. In the street, Teacher Fei pondered Mrs. Luo's words. What did that mean—a man like him—a bachelor without a son to carry on his blood, a retired art teacher whose name most of his students had forgotten the moment they graduated from elementary school, a disgraceful old man who purchased fashion magazines at the newsstand and wasted his afternoons alongside teenagers in a cyberworld, making up names and stories and sending out romantic lies? What did he deserve but this aimless walk in a world where the only reason for him to live was so that his mother could die in her own bed? There must be places for a man like him to go, inexpensive foot-massage shops where, behind an unwashed curtain, a jaded young woman from the countryside would run her hands where he directed her while she chatted with a companion behind another curtain. Or, if he was willing to spend more—and he could, for he had few expenditures beyond his magazines and the Internet café, and had long ago stopped buying expensive brushes and paper and pretending to be an artist—one of the bathing palaces would welcome him into its warmth, with a private room and a woman of his choice to wait on him.
It was a few minutes after five when Teacher Fei arrived at the institute, betting that the girl's father was not the type to leave work early, since there would be little reason for him to hurry home. While Teacher Fei waited for a guard to inform the man of his arrival, he studied the plaque at the entrance to the institute. "The Association of Marxist Dialectical Materialism," it said, and it occurred to Teacher Fei that had his father been alive he would have said that it was the parasites in these institutes who had ended hope for Chinese philosophers.
"Please don't get me wrong. I am a serious man," Teacher Fei said to the girl's father when he appeared. "A man most sympathetic to your situation."
"I don't know you," the man said. Had Teacher Fei not known his age, he would have guessed him to be more than sixty; his hair was more gray than black, and his back was stooped with timidity. A man closer to death than most men his age, Teacher Fei thought. But perhaps he would have more peace to look forward to in death.
A stranger could be one's best friend just as one's wife and daughter could be one's deadly enemies, Teacher Fei replied, and he suggested that they go out for tea or a quick drink. A small group of workers, on their way from the institute to the bus stop across the street, passed the pair of men; two women looked back at them and then talked in whispers to the group. The girl's father recoiled, and Teacher Fei wondered if the daughter knew that her father already lived in a prison cell, its bars invisible to the people in the street.
They could go to the man's office for a chat, Teacher Fei offered, knowing that this was the last thing he would want. The father hurriedly agreed to go to a nearby diner instead. He was the kind of man who was easily bullied by the world, Teacher Fei thought, realizing with satisfaction that he had not sought out the wrong person.
At the diner, the girl's father chose a table in the corner farthest from the entrance, and in the dim light he squinted at the bench, wiping off some grease before he sat down. When the waitress came, Teacher Fei asked for a bottle of rice liquor and a plate of assorted cold cuts. He was not a drinker, nor had he ever touched marinated pig liver or tongue, but he imagined that a friendship between two men should start over harsh liquor and variety meats.
Neither spoke for a moment. When their order came, Teacher Fei poured some liquor for the girl's father. A good drink wipes out all pain for a man, Teacher Fei said, and then poured a glass for himself, but it soon became clear that neither of them would touch the drink or the meat, the man apparently feeling as out of place in the dingy diner as Teacher Fei did.
"What are you going to do?" Teacher Fei asked when the silence between them began to attract prying glances from the middle-aged proprietress of the diner, who sat behind the counter and studied the few occupied tables.
The man shook his head. "I don't understand the question," he said.
"I think you should sue your daughter," Teacher Fei said, and immediately saw the man freeze with hostility. Perhaps someone had approached him with a similar proposition already. Or perhaps that was why the young girl had sued her father in the first place, egged on by an attorney, a manipulative man using her rage for his own gain.
Not that he could offer any legal help, Teacher Fei explained. He had been an art teacher in an elementary school before his retirement. He was in no position to do anything to hurt the girl's father, nor did he have the power to help him in his situation. It was only that he had followed his daughter's story in the media, and when he had seen the family picture he had known that he needed to do something for the girl's father. " 'How many people in this world would understand this man's pain?' I asked myself when I saw your picture."
The girl's father flinched. "I am not the kind of man you think I am," he said.
"What?" Teacher Fei asked, failing to understand his meaning. He was not into other men, the girl's father said, so could Teacher Fei please stop this talk of friendship. The proprietress, who had been loitering around the nearby tables checking on the soy-sauce bottles, perked up despite the man's hushed voice.
It took Teacher Fei a moment to grasp what the man was hinting at. Nor am I who you think I am, he thought of protesting, but why should he, when he had long ago made the decision not to defend himself against this ridiculous world?
The proprietress approached the table and asked about the quality of the food and drink. When the man did not reply, Teacher Fei said that they were very fine. The woman chatted for a moment about the weather, and returned to her counter. Only then did the man insist that it was time for him to go home.
"Who is waiting at home?" Teacher Fei asked, and the man, taken aback, stood up and said he really needed to leave.
"Please," Teacher Fei said, looking up at the man. "Could you stay for just a minute?" If he sounded pathetic, he did not care. "You and I . . . ," he said slowly, glancing over at the entrance to the diner, where a pair of college students, a girl and a boy, were studying the menu on the wall. "We are the kind of men who would not kick our feet or flail our arms if someone came to strangle us to death. Most people would assume that we must be guilty if we didn't fight back. A few would think us crazy or stupid. A very few would perhaps consider us men with dignity. But you and I alone know that they are all wrong, don't we?"
The man, who was about to leave some money on the table, tightened his fingers around the bills. Teacher Fei watched the college students take seats by the window, the boy covering the girl's hands with his own on the table. When the man sat back down, Teacher Fei nodded gratefully. He did not want to look up, for fear that the man would see his moist eyes. "When I was twenty-four, I was accused of falling in love with a girl student," he said. "Pedophile" had been the word used in the file at the school, the crime insinuated in the conversations taking place behind his back. The girl was ten and a half, an ordinary student, neither excelling among her classmates nor falling behind; one often encountered children like her in teaching, faces that blended into one another, names misrecalled from time to time, but there was something in the girl's face, a quietness that did not originate from shyness or absent-mindedness, as it usually did in children of her age, that intrigued Teacher Fei. He envisioned her at different ages—fifteen, twenty, thirty—but there was little desire in that imagining other than the desire to understand a face that had moved him as no other face had. "No, don't ask any questions, just as I won't ask whether you indeed kept a mistress while being married to your wife. It doesn't matter what happened between your cousin and you, or my girl student and me. You see, these accusations exist for the sake of those who feel the need to accuse. If it wasn't your cousin, there would have been another woman to account for your not loving your wife enough, no?"
The man took a sip from his glass, spilling the liquor when he put it down. He apologized for his clumsiness.
"My mother used to say that people in this country were very good at inventing crimes, but, better still, we were good at inventing punishments to go with them," Teacher Fei said.
When he and his cousin were young, they had vowed to marry each other, the man said; a children's game mostly, for when the time came they had drifted apart. She was widowed when they met again, and he had tried to help her find a job in the city, but she had never been his mistress.
"You don't have to explain these things to me," Teacher Fei said. "Had I not known to trust you, I would not have looked for you." The man could say a thousand things to defend himself, but people, his own daughter among them, would just laugh in his face and call him a liar. The crime that Teacher Fei had been accused of amounted to nothing more than a few moments of gazing, but one of the other students, a precocious eleven-year-old, had told her parents of the inappropriate attention the young teacher had paid to her classmate; later, when other girls were questioned, they seemed to be caught easily in the contagious imagination. He had just been curious, Teacher Fei said when he was approached by the principal. About what, he was pressed, but he could not explain how a face could contain so many mysteries visible only to those who knew what to look for. His reticence, more than anything, caused fury among the parents and his fellow-teachers. In the end, he chose to be called the name that had been put in the file: a man's dirty desire was all his accusers could grasp.
"One should never hope for the unseeing to see the truth," Teacher Fei said now. "I could've denied all the accusations, but what difference would it have made?"
"So there was no . . . proof of any kind?" the man said, looking interested for the first time.
"Nothing to put me in jail for," Teacher Fei said.
"And someone just reported you?"
"We can't blame a young girl's imagination, can we?" Teacher Fei said.
The man met Teacher Fei's eyes. It was just the kind of thing his daughter would have done, the man said. "She'd have made sure you lost your job," he added with a bitter smile, surprising Teacher Fei with his humor. "Count yourself a lucky person."
Teacher Fei nodded. He had won the district mural contest for the school every year, his ambition and training in art making him a craftsman in the end, but shouldn't he consider it good fortune that his ability to paint the best portrait of Chairman Mao in the district had saved him from losing his job? The time to think about marriage had come and then gone, his reputation such that no matchmaker wanted to bet a girl's future on him. Still, his parents had treated him with gentle respect, never once questioning him. But, as cleaners of public toilets, they could do little to comfort him other than to leave him undisturbed in his solitude. Indeed, he was a lucky man, Teacher Fei said now; he had never married, so no one could accuse him of being an unfaithful husband or a bad father.
"Unwise of me to start a family, wasn't it?" the girl's father said. "Before my divorce, my daughter said there were three things she would do. First, she would sue me and put me in prison. If that failed, she would find a way to let the whole world know my crime. And if that didn't make me go back to her mother she would come with rat poison. Let me tell you—now that she has done the first two things, I am waiting every day for her to fulfill her promise, and I count it as my good fortune to have little suspense left in my life."
Teacher Fei looked at the college students paying at the counter, the boy counting money for the proprietress and the girl scanning the restaurant, her eyes passing over Teacher Fei and his companion without seeing them. "I have nothing to say about this world," Teacher Fei said.
Neither did he, the man replied, and they sat for a long time in silence till the proprietress approached again and asked if they needed more food. Both men brought out their wallets. "Let me," Teacher Fei said, and though the man hesitated for a moment, he did not argue.
In the dusk, a thin mist hung in the air. The two men shook hands as they parted. There was little more for them to say to each other, and Teacher Fei watched the man walk down the street, knowing that nothing would be changed by their brief meeting. He thought about his mother, who would be eager to see him return, though she would not show her anxiety to Mrs. Luo. He thought about his girl student: fifty-two she would be now, no doubt a wife and mother herself, and he hoped that he had not been mistaken and she had grown into a woman like his mother. She—the girl student, whom he had never seen again—would outlive him, just as his mother had outlived his father, their beauty and wisdom the saving grace for a man like him, a man like his father. But for the other man, who would be watching the night fall around the orange halo of the street lamps with neither longing nor dread, what did the future offer but the comfort of knowing that he would, when it was time for his daughter to carry out her plan of revenge, coöperate with a gentle willingness? ♦


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After months of battling with angry young protesters, many in Egypt's police forces say they have had enough.
Strikes and protests spread around the country Friday by police units frustrated with being blamed for deadly crackdowns on protesters and accusing Islamist President Mohammed Morsi of using them to fight his enemies. In at least 10 of the country's 29 provinces, some units sealed their stations with chains, some calling for the removal of their boss, the interior minister, appointed by Morsi.
In past days, angry riot police locked their top commander in their camp for hours. Others refused to be deployed in clashes with street protesters in Nile Delta cities. Police disobeyed orders to secure Morsi's motorcade route from his palace to his home in eastern Cairo, to guard his family home in the Delta, or to guard the headquarters of his Muslim Brotherhood in the capital.
The wave of police discontent adds a new layer to Egypt's turmoil and sense of breakdown in state institutions. In a sign of the possible repercussions of the disarray, a hardline Islamist group announced its members would take up policing duties in the southern province of Assiut because of strikes by local security forces.
Since late January, cities around the country have been hit by relentless street protests, mainly directed against Morsi and the Brotherhood. Near daily, the demonstrations have turned into clashes with police, resulting in the killing of around 70 protesters. Each death has increased public anger against the security forces.
Some protests have turned into stone-throwing attacks on security agency buildings, and many protesters accuse Morsi of giving a green light to police to use excessive force. Their outrage has been further stoked by reports of torture and abduction of some activists by security agents.
Not all police were joining the strikes. Protesters continued to clash Friday with riot police in Cairo, the Mediterranean city of Alexandria and the Nile Delta city of Mahalla el-Kubra, leaving dozens injured.
Striking police accuse the Brotherhood of trying to take over the Interior Ministry, in charge of police, by infusing it with its sympathizers.
"We hit the bottom and we are fed up. The ministry is falling apart and no one is listening," said Capt. Mohammed Shalabi, who led a group of officers in a sit-in in front of Media City on the outskirts of Cairo.
"Our demands are no to politicization of the ministry, which means no to the Brotherhoodization of the ministry. We are making a pledge to stay away from politics," he said.
Egypt's police and internal security forces are widely hated among Egyptians, a legacy of the rule of ousted President Hosni Mubarak, when they were notorious for abuses, torture and crackdowns on political opponents, including the Brotherhood. Within the security agencies, there remain deep resentments against the Brotherhood and resistance to their coming to power with Morsi, Egypt's first freely elected president.
For the past two years, riot police have clashed repeatedly with protesters in the country's stormy transition after Mubarak's fall. Now the discontented among the police say they do not want to be the tool to put down unrest in the political confrontation between the Islamists and their opponents. They also resent complaints by the public that they are abusive and calls for prosecution of policemen for killings of protesters.
In Cairo, police demonstrated in front of the Interior Ministry and demanded the resignation of Interior Minister Mohammed Ibrahim, who was installed by Morsi in December. Morsi removed his predecessor after he balked at cracking down on protesters outside the presidential palace and offices of the Muslim Brotherhood across the country. Striking police say Ibrahim was put in to take a tougher line, accusing him of carrying out a reshuffle in the ministry to bring in sympathizers to Islamists or officials willing to crack down.
"The police have been dragged to a war of attrition. There is no police force in the world that can keep up with these daily street clashes," said Bahy Eddin Hassan, head of the Cairo Institute for Human Rights Studies. "When their former minister tried to change course, he was fired." He warned that, "these collapses will expand."
The police frustration comes against backdrop of a public sphere charged with enmity and deep polarization.
The mainly liberal and secular opposition accuse Morsi of empowering his Brotherhood, trying to monopolize decision-making and seeking to infuse state institutions with Islamist supporters. Morsi's backers in turn accuse the opposition of using street unrest to overturn Islamists' repeated election victories, which they say give them the right to set the agenda.
The country's powerful military — which up to Morsi's election was transitional rulers who took power after Mubarak's ouster — has been sending thinly veiled warnings that they would step back to politics.
The situation could get more explosive on Saturday, when a court is to issue verdicts against 52 defendants in the trial over a soccer riot in the city of Port Said last year, in which 74 people were killed, mostly fans of Cairo's Al-Ahly team.
A first set of verdicts on Jan. 28 — in which 21 mostly Port Said residents were sentenced to death over the riot — sparked a near revolt in the city because its population sees the trial as unjust and politicized. More verdicts against Port Said residents on Saturday could prompt further protests. Fans of Al-Ahly, in turn, have vowed a wave of protests if the new verdicts are too light. Moreover, there are nine police officers among the defendants, and if they are convicted or get heavy sentences, it will likely fuel police anger.
Port Said, on the Mediterranean end of the Suez Canal, has been the center of the heaviest violence in the unrest since late January.
During clashes between police and protesters the past week that killed eight people, it also saw dangerous frictions between police and the military. Army troops trying to break up the clashes at one point fired over the heads of police forces, which had been shooting tear gas their direction. Also, an army colonel was shot by live ammunition — by police, according to witnesses.
Ali Sabissi, a leader of Port Said soccer fans called the Ultras Green Eagles, said he helped carry the wounded colonel and blamed police for shooting him. "The police blamed a third party over the firing at the military," he said. "There is no third party. There is police firing at military."
On Friday, the police announced they were handing over security control in the city to the military.
Islamist allies of Morsi have spoken of the police strikes as an attempt at a "soft coup" against the president — and some were moving to fill the void, a step that could spread to other parts of the country.
Gamaa Islamiya, a powerful hard-line Islamist group, announced Friday its members would take over policing in the southern province of Assiut because the strikes. Skirmishes broke out between liberal protesters and Gamaa members in front of the governor's office.
The Gamaa was one of two main militant groups that waged a bloody campaign of violence in southern Egypt aiming to overthrow the state in the 1990s. Before that, after the 1981 assassination of President Anwar Sadat, the group attacked police stations in Assiut and declared an Islamic state there before their leaders were arrested.
It since forswore violence and entered politics after Mubarak's fall in 2011, but it maintains a hard-line Islamist ideology.
Assiut's top security official, Gen. Aboul-Kassem Deif, said the group's move was illegal. But he seemed to acknowledge he could not stop it.
"I don't know what to do," he told The Associated Press.


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Первой продукцией компании «Новомет», созданной в 1991 году, были ступени погружных центробежных насосов для добычи нефти. Изготавливались они по новой для отрасли – порошковой технологии, обеспечивающей ряд преимуществ по сравнению с традиционными методами...
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Today oil-production requires more than just standard ESP equipment. We see certain complications in well conditions, economical situation and competitive sphere. That is why there is a high demand in equipment for operation in deviated wells with high H2S, solids and free gas content. At the end ESP with better efficiency characteristics helps increase oil production rate.
Novomet has been manufacturing complete ESP systems since 2002. In 2010 the company launched production of new Power Safe ESPs which allow to save up to 25% of energy consumption. The system is completed with highly economical permanent magnet motor and power safe pump. Such ESP shows reduction of thermal losses in cable, VSD and transformer by means of consumption current reduction.
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Novomet service centers offer a wide range of ESP services starting from equipment sizing and completion all the way to operation supervision.
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How can we select equipment for a certain well? How do we analyze current ESP operation? What is the way to forecast future changes in ESP operation? How do we analyze ESP reliability with the help of operating data? These are the most common questions oil production companies come across. In order to find the answers to all questions Novomet engineers developed various software programs.
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Fundamental corporate management system documents are "HSE and Quality Policy", "Company Mission" and "Company targets for 2016". Novomet general management forms major company targets based on these documents. HSE and Quality Policy determines basic principles of HSE and quality development. Company mission describes the company position in ESP market. Company targets show Novomet achievements in 5-6 years.
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It's not enough just to produce products. It should be certified, it must meet international standards of quality and environmental safety. The same applies to the production process.
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Clean workshops, dark blue uniform with company logo – all of this defines Novomet corporate culture. Major company value has always been its personnel. Among other integral parts of Novomet corporate culture are stable salaries, social package, corporate entertainment events, camping, numerous sports tournaments, medical facility and company cafeteria – these are the fundamentals of forming corporate spirit and company success..
Basic principle of company hiring policy is equal opportunities for all candidates. Novomet forbids sex, racial, religious, age-related or any other type of discrimination. When choosing the right candidate Novomet considers qualification level, professional qualities, experience, etc. The final decision is always free of any national, racial or religious views of the candidates.
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The holiday season is over and we want to know how well Windows 8 did.
The first evidence is in and it shows that Windows 8 wasn't a total bomb with consumers -- some folks out there definitely bought new Windows 8 PCs. But it also shows that Windows 8 isn't setting the world on fire.
A web site that monitors which operating systems are in use by computers on the Internet, Net Marketshare, shows that slightly more new Windows 8 devices were fired up in December than new Windows 7 PCs.
To be specific, in November, Windows 7 had 44.71% market share of all PCs and Windows 8 (including the tablet-only version, Windows RT) had 1.11%. In December, Windows 7 market share grew to 45.11% and Windows 8 (including RT) to 1.77%.
So, Windows 8 was up 0.7%, as compared to Windows 7, which was up 0.4%.
Windows 8's popularity seems to be on track with Microsoft Vista, an unpopular version of Windows released in 2007. Computerworld's Gregg Keizer reports that at the two-month mark, Vista's accounted for 2.2% of all Windows systems.
In the past, Microsoft has cautioned that it's still early for Windows 8, and therefore any snap judgments after two months are premature. When asked for comment, it again said that early sales of Windows 8 outpaced early sales of Windows 7, so there is reason for optimism.
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A different question about truly spherical objects in nature (Do spheres exist in nature?) made me think of a lecture I had been at where, as I recall, it was mentioned that the most perfectly spherical object in nature is in fact (the event horizon of) a black hole.
In the comments of the aforementioned question, I was informed that any deviations from a spherical shape of such an event horizon would be damped out within a very short time, related to the characteristic timescale of the system. So I was wondering what order of timescales exactly we're talking about here, I would appreciate some elaboration on this.
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One of Britain's most wanted fugitives has been caught hiding naked in a panic room at his luxury Spanish villa, the Serious Organised Crime Agency (Soca) says.
Convicted drug trafficker Mark Lilley went on the run in 2000 when he skipped bail during his trial.
But he was finally arrested when police launched a dawn raid on his home in Malaga on Saturday.
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The fugitive is then filmed being handcuffed with a strip of cloth wrapped around the lower half of his body. Tattoos covering large parts of his head, chest, arms and back are visible.
A police helicopter hovered above the villa in the Alhurin de la Torre area during the raid.
Lilley, 41, from Warrington in Cheshire, was found wearing no clothes and hiding in a panic room concealed behind a wardrobe in his bedroom, which featured a four-poster bed.
The joint Spanish National Police and Soca operation involved more than 40 armed officers.
After going on the run, Lilley was sentenced to 23 years in jail in his absence for masterminding a large-scale drug operation and firearm offences.
Dave Allen, head of the Fugitives Unit at Soca, said: "Lilley was a dangerous man with access to firearms. He had evaded capture for a long time by moving around Spain and using false identities. Now he's behind bars where he belongs and extradition proceedings are under way.
"My message for other fugitives on the run is a simple one - we will hunt you down and you will face justice for your crimes."
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ATLANTA � The British film studio home to the James Bond franchise announced plans Monday for its first U.S. movie production facility at a site near Atlanta.
The large-scale film complex will be called Pinewood Atlanta and Pinewood will manage the facility under an agreement with a group of private investors. Plans call for the studio to be developed on 288 acres south of Atlanta in Fayette County and include at least five soundstages as well as production offices.
''Today's agreement is another step forward for the Pinewood brand internationally,'' said Ivan Dunleavy, CEO of Pinewood Shepperton PLC, which has studios in the United Kingdom, Canada, the Dominican Republic, Germany and Malaysia. Recent films shot at Pinewood Studios, based outside of London, include the upcoming Angelina Jolie film, ''Maleficent,'' and ''Jack Ryan,'' directed by Kenneth Branagh.
It's the fifth major studio development or expansion announced in Georgia in recent months. Last week, Atlanta-based developer Jacoby Development said it would build an estimated $1 billion multi-use project north of Atlanta that will include 12 soundstages as well as production offices and an arts and media school aimed at training the next generation of film industry employees.
The Pinewood project is a major coup for Georgia and opens the state to major, big-budget films that need large studio space. While Pinewood Studios has an office in Los Angeles, it chose the Southeast for its first U.S. production facility.
While California has numerous soundstages, not many have been built in recent years as the state has been grappling with the effects of runaway production and the lagging economy. A survey last year found California lost $3 billion in wages from 2004 to 2011 because of film and TV production moving to other states and countries, according to a report in the Los Angeles Times.
Half the wages went to states, including Georgia, that offer tax incentives and rebates to the industry. Other states included New York, Louisiana and North Carolina.
''Pinewood Atlanta's location will contribute significantly to Georgia's growing reputation as a top draw for movie and television productions,'' Georgia Gov. Nathan Deal said. ''We welcome the business this world-renowned company will bring to the state and the jobs it will create for our crew base and supporting companies.''
Last year, productions filmed in Georgia generated an estimated $3.1 billion in economic activity, a 29 percent increase from the year before. TV shows such as AMC's ''The Walking Dead'' film in Georgia, and recently ''The Hunger Games'' sequel, wrapped up in locations around Atlanta.
While studio developers building soundstages are not eligible for the state's generous tax credit program, the production companies making films are. Georgia currently provides a 20 percent tax credit for companies that spend $500,000 or more on production and post-production in the state, either in a single production or on multiple projects. Georgia also grants an additional 10 percent tax credit if the finished project includes a state promotional logo.
The Pinewood project is a joint venture with River's Rock LLC, which is an independently managed trust of the Cathy family, according to the studio. The Cathy family is known for establishing the Chick-fil-A fast-food restaurant empire based in Atlanta. The chain last year generated both criticism and support when company president Dan Cathy made comments against same-sex marriage. The company later said it would stop funding anti-gay marriage groups.
Pinewood will maintain a 40 percent interest in the venture and will also provide sales and marketing services under the agreement. Plans call for additional construction phases that could add several more soundstages. The project also includes a vocational job skills training program to help build up the state's workforce. Georgia already has an estimated 5,000 union and non-union professionals associated with the film industry along with more than 1,000 production suppliers and support companies.
County officials say 75 companies have been in contact saying they want to locate to the site and provide industry-related services.
''We are tremendously excited to be creating a world-class studio in the state of Georgia and are looking forward to working with Pinewood in the many years to come,'' said Jim Pace, managing partner of the investment group, River's Rock LLC. ''The Pinewood brand is so well recognized in the global film industry and together there is a great opportunity to build an excellent facility that will attract the very best producers.''
The project in Georgia has the possibility to be a major economic driver, allowing big-budget films to come to the state.
''It takes the state to a whole new level,'' said Matt Forshee, president of the Fayette County Development Authority, who has been closely involved in the project. ''When you look at the films that have filmed in Georgia, for the most part, they have been smaller budget films, in the range of $20-25 million. This allows us to open up to larger budget productions, which means more expenditures occurring within the state, which becomes a bigger return on the investment on the state level for the tax credits.''


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The former director of Central Intelligence George Tenet, who for the past two weeks has been the most comprehensively excoriated man in America, keeps an office at Georgetown University's School of Foreign Service. It is cramped and badly ventilated. He has had two offices at the school, where his title is distinguished professor in the practice of diplomacy. Tenet asked to be moved from the first after discovering that Douglas J. Feith, the former Under-Secretary of Defense for policy, who was one of the principal architects of the Iraq war, kept an office nearby. Feith, a neoconservative whose title at Georgetown is visiting professor and distinguished practitioner in national-security policy, has been a nemesis of Tenet's, and though Feith told me that he has tried to be friendly to Tenet—"I'm civil with everybody"—Tenet has shown no interest in reciprocating.
Tenet's current quarters are almost too small to contain him; he is a large and perpetually restless man. He is twitchy even when talking about agreeable subjects, like the C.I.A.'s successful infiltration of Afghanistan following the attacks of September 11, 2001. On television, and in particular in an interview he gave to "60 Minutes" on April 29th, he sometimes appears physically uncontrolled and alarmingly emotional. His friends acknowledge with regret that Tenet's televised fidgeting has been misinterpreted as a sign of instability or untrustworthiness. "You saw how he was shifting in his chair, how he was in the interviewer's face?" John McLaughlin, the former deputy C.I.A. director, said. "Well, that's just energy. Maybe he should have dialled it back a little. But don't you want someone who's responsible for fighting terrorism to get in your face and confront the issues?"
In person, Tenet makes an impression that's not so dramatic, but when the conversation shifts to unhappy subjects, such as the words for which he has become most famous—the statement, made to George W. Bush and first reported by Bob Woodward, that the Administration had a "slam dunk" case on the question of Iraq's weapons of mass destruction—or for the critical reaction to his new memoir, he becomes agitated, interrupting others, and himself, and chewing on the stub of a cigar. The book, "At the Center of the Storm," for which Tenet received a four-million-dollar advance, is selling well—it will enter the Times' best-seller list in the top spot on May 20th—but it has been broadly, and derisively, panned. Tenet has done an uncommon thing in Washington—uniting columnists on opposite sides of the Iraq war in their contempt for him. "Tenet presents himself as a pathetic victim and scapegoat of an administration that was hellbent on going to war, slam dunk or not," the columnist Charles Krauthammer wrote in the Post. In the Times, Maureen Dowd was coldly dismissive, writing, "If you have something deadly important to say, say it when it matters, or just shut up and slink off." On the New Republic Web site, the international-relations expert Ronald Steel wrote that Tenet "exemplifies the rule that those in high places will endure virtually any humiliation before surrendering a position of power."
Some of the criticism can be shrugged off. Feith, who himself has been widely upbraided for mismanagement of the war and for manipulating intelligence to make the case for a meaningful connection between Saddam Hussein and Al Qaeda, reviewed the book negatively in the Wall Street Journal. And McLaughlin pointed out that one of Tenet's more ubiquitous critics, a former intelligence official named Larry Johnson, was known to have downplayed the Islamist terrorist threat in the weeks before September 11th. Johnson published an Op-Ed article in the Times on July 10, 2001, in which he argued that "there are bureaucracies in the military and in intelligence agencies that are desperate to find an enemy to justify budget growth." On the same day, McLaughlin noted, the C.I.A. became convinced that a devastating attack by Al Qaeda was a near-term certainty.__
For Tenet, the more painful criticism has come from someone who once appeared to view him with respect—Bob Woodward, perhaps Washington's most influential reporter and the author of three best-sellers about the Administration's wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. Tenet acknowledges in his book that he has helped Woodward, and the two were known to be friendly. In fact, Tenet met with Woodward before writing his memoir, in order to seek Woodward's advice. In the book-review section of the Post on May 6th, Woodward called Tenet's account a "remarkable, important and often unintentionally damning" book. He accused Tenet of being "all over the lot" in his explanations of the slam-dunk comment, and, more significant, chastised Tenet for misunderstanding the relationship between C.I.A. directors and the Presidents they serve. Tenet, Woodward wrote, was "hampered by a bureaucrat's view of the world, hobbled by the traditional chain of command, convinced that the CIA director's 'most important relationship with any administration official is generally with the national security adviser.' " Woodward then wrote, in a distinctly parental tone, "No. Your most important relationship is with the president."
Woodward's disappointment with Tenet appears to run deep. He wrote that, though he hoped Tenet "would provide intimate portraits of the two presidents he had served as CIA director . . . instead, he has adhered to the rule of CIA directors: protect the president at all costs." Unlike most other reviewers, Woodward found redeeming features in the book, including chapters on Al Qaeda and its motivations and on the nuclear smuggling network headed by the Pakistani scientist A. Q. Khan. But Woodward's position in Washington is such that his view will likely be seen as the definitive word on Tenet's career, and certainly on his memoir. The review itself carries with it another meaning: just as a request from Woodward for an interview can be a signal of arrival in official Washington, a public scolding suggests that one is no longer a useful, well-placed source.
When I saw Tenet in his office last week, in the company of his former spokesman Bill Harlow, who co-wrote the memoir, I asked if he was surprised by the ferocious reaction.
"I think that Iraq is still a very raw issue for our public," Tenet said. He rubbed his face vigorously as he continued, "It's very controversial in the country. It's been four years. And one of the things that strike me is people are making the conclusion that as I was living in the moment—as we were living in that moment—we knew all the things that were going to go wrong and we didn't say, 'Stop.' "
Was he was referring to the W.M.D. question?
"No, no, no!" he said. "First of all, let's separate the W.M.D. piece, O.K.? So we said there were weapons of mass destruction, and we were wrong on that point. I got that piece. No, there's a second piece, the postwar—what happens after the invasion phase." Tenet argues in his book that the C.I.A. understood well that the postwar occupation of Iraq would not necessarily go smoothly, especially if the Iraqi Army was disbanded. Still, the central question concerns the C.I.A.'s prewar assessment of Iraq's purported stock of weapons of mass destruction. This assessment stands as one of two chief failures of the C.I.A. under Tenet (the other being the agency's lack of tactical intelligence about the September 11th plot). Attempts to raise the question seemed to fluster Tenet.
"Well, the only thing I can say—I mean, well, I think people may believe that we knew all the answers to these questions," he said. "And then there's the whole 'Well, why didn't you resign?' But wait a minute. I had, you know—anybody has misgivings about going to war. And I thought about this. In my view, there's a little bit of misunderstanding about the job of director. I mean, you know, you don't cross that policy line. You're supposed to provide objective assessments and analysis. They"—policymakers—"make decisions on the policies they're going to make. Obviously, you know, we said what we said about W.M.D. They do the cost-benefit, risk calculation about what they think that means. We don't. They do."
Tenet was a crucial player in a meeting, held three months before the launch of the war, where he used the expression "slam dunk." Tenet contends that the phrase was a reference not to actual intelligence about W.M.D. but, rather, to the ability to strengthen the Administration's case for war. He also seemed to suggest that he might not have said it at all.
Woodward, in his 2004 book "Plan of Attack," described the meeting this way:
Bush turned to Tenet. "I've been told all this intelligence about having WMD and this is the best we've got?"
From the end of one of the couches in the Oval Office, Tenet rose up, threw his arms in the air. "It's a slam dunk case!" the DCI said.
Bush pressed, "George, how confident are you?"
Tenet, a basketball fan who attended as many home games of his alma mater Georgetown as possible, leaned forward and threw his arms up again. "Don't worry, it's a slam dunk!"
Tenet says that Woodward's account was not an accurate reflection of the meeting, and that he has witnesses to back him up. "For me, the irony is that there are five of our guys in the room, five C.I.A. people, and three of the five don't remember it even being said," Tenet told me. And if he did say it, Tenet says, he certainly didn't jump up from the couch to make the point.
Woodward, in his Post review, claimed to have at least four sources for this moment. In a conversation last week, Woodward said that Tenet "can't leave it alone."
"He's fried about 'slam dunk,' " Woodward said. "I say in 'State of Denial' that he has a strong case that 'slam dunk' didn't cause the war." He added, "I don't know that these other C.I.A. officials were there. I say he rose from the couch—look at the '60 Minutes' interview—he does it all the time."
Tenet's main disagreement with Woodward, though, is his contention that Tenet was derelict in his duties by not bringing his fears of an imminent attack directly to the President on July 10, 2001, when the C.I.A. received information that, Tenet wrote, "literally made my hair stand on end."
Instead of taking the matter to Bush, with whom he met nearly every day, he briefed Condoleezza Rice, then the national-security adviser. On "60 Minutes," Scott Pelley asked Tenet, "Why aren't you telling the President, 'Mr. President, this is terrifying. We have to do this now?' "
Tenet replied, "The President is not the action officer. You bring the action to the national-security adviser and people who set the table for the President to decide on policies they're going to implement."
Woodward, in his review, wrote, "Whoa! That's a startling admission. I'm pretty certain that President Bush or any president, for that matter, would consider himself or herself the action officer when it comes to protecting the country from terrorism."
When I mentioned Woodward's contention to Tenet, he said, "You know, I don't want to talk about Woodward. I really have no interest in talking about it."
"He's talking about you," I said.
"Well, that's O.K. He does what he does. I've told my side of this equation."
He paused for a moment, and then his view of Woodward burst forth: "I mean, the one thing I object to, you know, the one thing I really object to, is 'You didn't tell the President.' There's nothing about the threat reporting in that period that I didn't tell the President correctly about. So there's this one meeting that occurs—the President understood—look, it started in the spring. Look, we wrote any number of pieces about the potential for a large attack against U.S. interests. I mean, he knew exactly what we were doing overseas." He continued, "So maybe Woodward thinks, Well if you wanted covert action, you should have gone to the President. Well, no, I'm sorry. Direct? If you wanted covert action—well, I remember directors that went directly to the President, around a policy process, to get a covert action going. That doesn't work. You don't jump the principals and say, 'Give me covert action.' So it's good for Bob to say that, but the point is that's how I believed this worked. There's a disciplined process of governance. I got enough cowboy to last me a lifetime that spring and summer"—of 2001. "We're running down people, we're moving people, you know, there are renditions going on, we're talking to people, we catch the guy who's going to bomb the Embassy in Paris, we got to get him moved, there are plots against the Embassy in Rome, we got plots in Turkey, we got guys crossing the borders in Saudi Arabia with detonators and manuals—we've got enough going on."
When I reported Tenet's response to Woodward, he said, "I hate to say this, but I think the world agrees with me. Governments and Presidents expedite things all the time. . . . President Bush told me he didn't feel that sense of urgency, and that his blood was not boiling before September 11th. I would argue that Tenet's job was to boil the President's blood. That's why you show up on the President's doorstep. I'm raised in a culture where you don't observe the chain of command, you go around. Read 'All the President's Men.' Who was my 'action officer'? Ben Bradlee"—then the executive editor of the Post. "If something is that important, you go to your action officer."
At that point, Woodward read to me a dramatic passage from "All the President's Men," the book about the Watergate scandal that he wrote with his former Post colleague Carl Bernstein, in which Mark Felt, the F.B.I. official known as Deep Throat, suggested that the reporters' lives were in danger. Woodward and Bernstein decided to go directly to Bradlee's house, even though it was after 2 A.M.:
They got into Woodward's car. They decided not to talk in the car, either. Several blocks from Bradlee's house, they called him from a pay phone. He says come over, Bernstein said.
The reporters had never been to Bradlee's house, and they had wondered how the boss lived. The streetlights created a half-dark atmosphere. As they approached the porch, a barking dog charged out. A man stepped out of the dim shadows. It was Bradlee, his hair combed, his voice and eyes sleepy.
Woodward paused, and said, "Sometimes there come points in your life when you have to make a decision about what you're going to do and they don't tell you in the morning that this is the day that one of those decisions is going to come. Do you break down the doors, do you break out of the system? This is the issue of courage."
Bradlee, who retired in 1991, said, "Oh, Jesus, I remember that. We were really one-on-one throughout that story. He called me up and said he had to see me in the middle of the fucking night—Bernstein, too—and they made me come outside because they thought the house was bugged. I was in my jammies, for Chrissake." I asked Bradlee if he agreed with Woodward that Tenet had abdicated his responsibilities on July 10, 2001. "It seems to me elementary that if you've got the story that's going to dominate history you might as well go right to the President," Bradlee said.
Woodward has been criticized for his review, and for the extent of his entanglements with Washington's most powerful figures. Sydney Schanberg, the Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter, says that the review is "more like an explanation of how Tenet could have been a better intelligence chief and written a better memoir if only he had listened to Bob Woodward."
Tenet uncharacteristically demurred when I asked him if he felt betrayed by Woodward's rendering of his career, but he said, "The friends I've had are the friends I'm always going to have. None of my friends have abandoned me."
Woodward disputed the impression that he was, in fact, a friend of Tenet's. "I've always kept a real distance," he said. "I never went to his house, never socialized at all. I maybe went to one party or two while he was there. I don't want to belabor the point, but Maureen Dowd was complaining that Tenet socialized with Woodward and now Woodward's acting like a meanie." Dowd, in a recent column, wrote, in a mocking imitation of Tenet, "The worst meanie was horrid Bob Woodward. Slam"—Dowd's name for Tenet—"socialized with Bob and gave him lots of intel for his best sellers, but then Bob 'painted a caricature of me leaping into the air and simulating a slam dunk, not once but twice, with my arms flailing.' "
Tenet's reputation has no doubt suffered in part because C.I.A. directors rarely have political constituencies and defenders outside the ranks of the C.I.A. itself (and Tenet, by most accounts, remains popular there). But Tenet is perhaps especially vulnerable—a magnet for criticism—simply because he is the first of Bush's key national-security advisers to offer himself to the public with a memoir.
If the past is any guide, though, many memoirs will follow. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, in response to a question from CNN's Wolf Blitzer about Tenet's assertion that she did not perform her job well, said, "Well, look, not everything went right. This was a very difficult circumstance. There were some things that went right and some things that went wrong. And you know what? We'll have a chance to look at that in history, and I'll have a chance to reflect on that when I have a chance to write my book." The next memoir, however, will most likely be Feith's. Titled "War and Decision," it is scheduled to appear this fall. Feith told me that he would not be "attacking" Tenet but would point out areas in which Tenet and others elided the truth. When I asked Feith if he himself would tell the whole truth, he replied, "Telling the whole truth is an impossible standard." ♦


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Justin Bieber didn't seem to have a care in the world in those new shirtless party pics from Atlanta, but his troubles are far from over.
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New surveillance video of his Miami Beach arrest has been released by authorities. In it, the 19-year-old is seen being frisked by police officers while being booked for driving under the influence of marijuana and prescription pills, resisting arrest, and driving with an invalid license after allegedly drag racing with his friend Khalil Sharief on Jan. 23.
Fans of the Canadian crooner are used to seeing him singing in his videos, but this one shows him removing his shoes, socks, and a hoodie for a police officer. He them was patted down.
The footage shows Bieber wasn't cuffed during the booking and, surprisingly, was just kind of wandering around the room.
The star entered a not guilty plea in the case and a trial date in the case has been set for March 3.
Meanwhile, Biebs is still potentially facing felony charges for his egg caper in his Los Angeles neighborhood. L.A. County Sheriff's Department detectives presented the vandalism investigation to the L.A County District Attorney's Office on Thursday for consideration for criminal filing.
Yahoo has also learned that the Sheriff's Department did recommend a felony vandalism charge — because the damage to Bieber's Calabasas, California, neighbor's home was in excess of $20,000. Now, the D.A. will review the case and decide whether to file the case as a felony or misdemeanor, or to reject it completely. A decision will be made in the coming weeks.
Rounding out his trifecta of troubles, Bieber also has a court appearance in Toronto on March 10 to answer to charges that he assaulted a limo driver in December.
If you thought all the drama would encourage Bieber to lie low for a while, you're incorrect. He continues his traveling tour, most recently stopping in Atlanta to attend a party hosted by Diddy at a nightclub. He seemed a little out of place partying with the older crowd — Diddy is 44 — though maybe it was just because Bieber randomly had his shirt off next to all clothed people. The "Boyfriend" singer was accompanied by his Florida-based lady friend Chantel Jeffries.
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Bieber's previous trip on a chartered plane from Canada to New Jersey for the Super Bowl festivities made headlines because his group reportedly harassed the flight crew and smoked pot the whole time. He was accompanied by his father, Jeremy Bieber, on that flight.


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