Jane Austen: Bodice Ripper & Benedict: Master of Disguise

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a slick advertising campaign.

And where is the Pope slinking off to late at night?

These stories, plus shocking color photographs of animal cruelty and a report on what you can no longer say in Italy from Zadok the Roman.

P.S. Regarding the Pope story: I'm amused by the Press' take, but really, what's so eccentric about abandoning the papal apartments for awhile when they're being remodeled? Who can take all those paint and varnish fumes? (Work was just completed, you'll recall if you've been following.) Plus, the man was so cold back in April that he wore an illegal sweater when he came out on the Loggia to greet us --of course he's going to wear a warm hat in December (where record crowds have forced the weekly audiences out of Paul VI hall and into St. Peter's Square.