Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

A blog you should read

If you are interested in intelligence matters, you should be reading Voice of the Taciturn.

Captain V was once in the intelligence business, and is always chock full of insights into matters of intelligence and security, and inside baseball when it comes to how intelligence sausage is made. (Did I mix enough metaphors?)

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