The New Yorker, 2008-03-03

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"Girl Stuff: Have Gun" / Lizzie Widdicombe
__ “Most people arrive with a fear-based perception of the device”.

"Numbers Guy" / Jim Holt
__ Curiously, the computer software had identified Dehaene’s brain as an “outlier,” so dissimilar are its activation patterns from the human norm. Cradling the pastel-colored lump in his hands, a model of his mind devised by his own mental efforts, Dehaene paused for a moment. Then he smiled and said, “So, I kind of like my brain.”

"The Bishop's Daughter" / Honor Moore

__ (The sacristy) is a small, silent room, all dark wood that glaemed silkly in the parchment-yellow light. There were closets that opened like gates and shallow drawers that pulled out evenly, with a sound like exhalation. The warm air smelled like wax, bitter and smooth, and as I breathed it I began to forget the color of daylight.
__ The longing was almost physical, and its satisfaction came in just being in my father's presence, taking in his weight, the shape of his head, his posture.

"The Lost Children" / Margaret Talbot
__ The governing idea of Hutto was that detainees would constantly supervise their children - as a result, it wasn't deemed a child-care facility, and required no relevant licensing.

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