Bob Woodward's Veil[*] is redolent with details of the adventures to which the late William Casey's enthusiasms inspired him over the six years when he was director of the Central Intelligence Agency. Few of these essays at the ruin or seduction of his country's enemies had much effect on history, and the one or two that did made their mark more as disaster than as triumph. Daniel Ortega, Mua'mmar Al-Qaddhafi, and like perceived mischief-makers have unanimously outlived Casey, and we could account his stewardship an utter failure were it not for a single but signal success that Woodward lets pass without mention.
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