It's always unsettling when you know--yet don't really know--that something awful has happened, which may be why the loss of Air France Flight 447 over the Atlantic, on its way from Rio de Janeiro to Paris, seems so poignant. In their heads, those waiting for their loved ones at Charles de Gaulle Airport, their hands covering their faces in the universal reflex of grief, must have known there was no hope. In their hearts, they could be forgiven for holding on to the slim prospect of good news. And then, two days later, far out at sea, the debris of the...
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