AS EVERY hour passes, the smouldering remains of the World Trade Center look more and more like some terrible burial mound. Not just for the thousands of people – the sons and daughters, mums and dads, husbands, wives and lovers – crushed by last Tuesday’s avalanche, but also for all our old certainties about the world.
What we have learned, in the starkest way imaginable, is that a human being on a crusade can be deadlier than any laser-guided missile. And now, rightly, we are battening down the hatches. But as we do so, we must not make the mistake of thinking…
