MIDDLE EAST: Israel's Night of Carnage

To whom shall I hire myself out?

What beast should I adore? What holy image attack? What hearts break? What lies uphold? In what blood tread?

Rather steer clear of the law. The hard life, simple brutishness, to lift with withered fist the coffin's lid, to sit, to suffocate. And thus no old age, no dangers.

—A Season in Hell, Rimbaud

THE unassuming young Japanese carrying Rimbaud's memoirs in his pocket—as police discovered later—was elaborately polite as he debarked with two companions from Air France Flight No. 132 at Tel Aviv's Lod International Airport...