What must all of the reporters in Pakistan be thinking now as they sit in hotel bars waiting for the next phone call from a contact? They are not as obviously and physically courageous as firemen, they wear glasses and read biographies instead of kicking around a football in their spare time, but they have ended up in a situation requiring that same kind of courage. I see that picture of Danny Pearl on the cover of the Times holding up a copy of a newspaper called Dawn, and it feels symbolic of something. The failure of words. The limits of understanding and recording and analyzing. Here is someone who went out into a crazy situation to try to make sense of it, and instead of 2,000 words of newsprint, what came out of it was a videotape of him having his neck slit open. And one can’t help thinking at this particular moment in time: the sword is mightier than the pen.