"We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar."
--T. S. Eliot

"The administration's critics can't offer any realistic alternative to its worldwide offensive against terror. All they can propose is drift under some other name -- containment, multilateralism. Any high-sounding euphemism for inaction will do. They invite a devastation and call it peace. Once again the straw men multiply, arguing for drift over mastery, doubt over faith, for anything but action, risk, sacrifice, for anything but a forward strategy that takes this war to the enemy. Instead, the straw men just rustle in the wind." --Paul Greenberg