whom we feel nothing but rage. Bombs are macho andimpersonal, how perfect. Until, of course, they start going off in the World Trade Center, in front of a government buildingin Oklahoma, aboard a TWA flight out of New York, or at a disco outside the Olympic Village. Thenbombs are murderous, insane, cowardly, craven, and--yes--monstrous. We need to pay attention to the kinds of monster stories we tell. They could come back to hauntus....
