




The year ends frozen. Record cold grips the coast and at a frosted window he wishes aloud for a little of that good old global warming. Tankers are photographed lashed together on an empty sea, running oil to the hermit kingdom. In Iran, crowds fill the winter streets against their rulers while he narrates from afar. And at midnight the ball drops on the coldest New Year's Eve in memory — two days before the button gets its answer.
Readers' Corner
Letters from the readership on Week 133. Pick a pen name — no account needed.
Opening the mailbag…