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Since 1st March, 1999
 
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The Cold War continues
The recent summit meeting in Moscow did not dispel the suspicion that Russia, too, has lost an empire without finding a role, as Dean Acheson said of Britain. But Barack Obama’s barely coded offer to Dmitry Medvedev and Vladimir Putin of a nuclear-sh...  | Read.. 
 
Letters to the Editor
For the nation
Sir — The railways minister, Mamata Banerjee, has stated that locals will be preferred for jobs in ...  | Read.. 
 
Worlds apart
Sir — The arrest of poor people by the police in Lalgarh is unfortunate. K.P.S. Gill has compared t ...  | Read.. 
 
Parting shot
Sir — Swapan Dasgupta’s fascinating thesis on the “defiance of conventional sexual morality leading ...  | Read.. 
 
EDITORIAL
SPELLBOUND
From Chaucer to Shakespeare to Whitman to Seth, the English language has survived many kinds of catastrophic change. It had f...| Read.. 
 
OPED
To amuse, not awe
“I want [my art] to flourish (so to say) in a ‘cloud of unknowing’,” K.G. Subramanyan explains in an interview, when asked about the process of his work. “For a centipede like...  | Read.. 
 
A classic return
Little Thespian’s welcome return to regular drama with Patjhad, based on Tennessee Williams’s The Glass Menagerie, proves just how superior the script of a class...  | Read.. 
 
Glimpses of promise, marred by shoddy training
The sparse attendance at the Debut Concert at the Sandré Hall of the Calcutta School of Music belied the promise of a students’ concert of such a reputed school. The en...  | Read.. 
 
 
A tenuous connection
Why are the British universities not producing top-class cricketers these days? Where are all those cricketing buds that bloo...  | Read.. 
 
SCRIPSI
At one early, glittering dinner party at Buckingham Palace, the trembling hand of a nervous waiter spilled a spoonful of decidedly hot soup down my neck. How could I manage to ease his mind and turn his embarrassed apologies into a smile, except to put on a pretended frown and say, without thinking: ‘Never darken my Dior again!’ — BEATRICE LILLIE