FRATERNITE: European sympathy after Sept. 11 has largely evaporated
Any American who spends time in Europe will have lived through the moment usually around 11 p.m., after Bordeaux or Bushmills has got the better of the guests when an old friend wheels his gaze slowly around the dinner table, like a piece of mechanized artillery, until you're staring into his angry muzzle. Out comes a salvo of imprecations about American foreign policy and the United States in general. Call it the George W. Bush-cowboy-Palestine-death-penalty-Enron moment. This is a transatlantic tradition, of course, but there's something discomfiting about hearing such things (as I did recently) from someone who'd called...
