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    Wheels of Fortune

    Ferris wheels are getting bigger and turning into a huge business
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    Boxer Rebellion

    A new generation of architects makes affordable buildings with cardboard boxes and trash
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    To Live and Die in Damascus

    Famine, junk food, weight gain, shisha smoking, and trouble with the in-laws in Syria’s war-torn capital
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    The Story of Willie

    Nashville rejected him as a singer, but he turned out to be one of the best songwriters in history. This is how Willie Nelson—poet, author, activist, cowboy, outlaw, outcast, misfit, and everyman—became the enduring face of American music.
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    Automatic A

    Elite colleges are grading too leniently—and that exacerbates inequality.
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    Solving Syria

    Is there a realistic way for America to help stop the civil war?
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    The Show That Changed the World

    Whether the 1913 Armory show was about shocking the public or bringing European sensibilities to American shores, its bottom line is clear: it sold Americans on modern art.
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    The Once and Future King

    The newly born Prince of Cambridge is expected to live and rule into the 22nd century. What will his realm look like more than 50 years from now?
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    Robert Langdon, the long-suffering but durable Harvard professor who is the protagonist in The Da Vinci Code and several other Dan Brown novels, has a thing for Harris Tweed. No, make that passion, verging on obsession. At one point in Brown’s new novel, Inferno, Langdon discovers another character sewing a secret pocket into his jacket. “The professor stopped and stared as if she had defaced the Mona Lisa,” Brown writes. “You sliced into the lining of my Harris Tweed?” Langdon erupts in what may his most emotional moment in the entire novel.
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    The Correspondent

    The desert in Kuwait seemed such a wasteland. Goose farms near the Iraqi border yielded huge quantities of s--t, which gathered along the sides of the roads and in the yard of the house where we were squatting. When the sandstorms blew, so did the s--t, smearing the world with its stench. That patch of desert already felt abandoned to the war. There was no question that it would slide in of its own weight; it was just a question of when. The border—the constant pounding of tanks, the hovering helicopters, and the military police patrolling—was a trembling faultline.
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    David Frum on the Rhetoric of Iraq

    When the Bush administration decided to go to war in 2003, David Frum found himself at the center of a daunting messaging effort. In Newsweek, he looks back on Bush’s ‘axis of evil’ speech and more.