



The week of the big stick: an armada announced (sailing, it will turn out, the wrong way), the mother of all bombs dropped on a honeycomb of caves, and the emperor of the East courted by red telephone — trade offered for a leash on the missile kingdom. The chronicle lets the saber-rattling stand uncut, closing on the rampart at dawn: the king surveying a kingdom he insists is already restored, while every war he has started is still a war of words.
Readers' Corner
Letters from the readership on Week 096. Pick a pen name — no account needed.
Opening the mailbag…