"They're in love, and they want to tell the world about it. W is tall, in a conservative-compassionate, oh yes, but conservative-gray suit with television-blue shirt and maroon necktie. O is taller, and his turban lends him a few extra inches besides." ... "They stop. They turn so they're face to face. They gaze into each other's eyes. Now they have both hands clasped together. Anyone can tell it's love. "We need each other," W says. Even if he doesn't talk real well, he gets the message across. "My infidel," O says fondly. "My little terrorist." W's eyes glow. You've...