In the last week and a half, three terrorists here in Turkey succeeded only in blowing themselves up, much, I suppose, to their martyred soul's chagrin.

Like a martyred soul, Hastings heaved a bereaved sigh, his chest collapsing as if he had expelled every molecule of oxygen his spare frame possessed.

In Revelation 6:9-11 these martyred souls were, "underneath the altar", crying for vindication; in Chapter 20, however, they were on, "thrones reigning with their Lord."

A few nuclear explosions, a few thousand martyred souls: this is a small price to pay when it could mean the end of Communist rule on the Korean peninsula and blessed reunification] A small price, indeed.