Forebodings about hindsight

I read more than I should. There's a statement that would appall my mother. But I'm all input, perpetual voluminous input, and my output is scattershot and infrequent (look at my posting dates, for example...) Which is why I'd like to refer you today to a piece of laser-tight writing that Steve Coll had in last week's New Yorker. Just read it. As an aspiring writer/analyst, I shake my head in awe. As an American, I weep...