![]() ![]() ![]() He certainly brought all the enthusiasm of youth to his chosen profession to the end, he was always open to discovery, always eager for the world’s surprises. He loved crisis-hopping from country to country, and it produced a psychological insight he thought explained it all: “Journalism is the only profession in the world that allows you to be an adolescent all your life,” he was fond of saying. But truth-in-advertising: Stanley was a great raconteur, especially when stirred with what he was fond of calling his “industrial capacity” to consume wine, and he had already shared these reminiscences with most of his friends. They would have been a great treat, those memoirs: Stanley-the great foreign correspondent and my longtime friend-savoring his past, the prize-winning books, crisp vignettes of presidents and dictators, coup-plotters and snake charmers he had met along the way. Stanley Karnow was happily writing away, deep in his memoirs of half a century of journalistic encounters with the world, when he was suddenly overtaken by the Ultimate Interruption. ![]()
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