His handshake belongs to what I believe is known as the Bill Clinton school; firm grip, level gaze and that "special" touch, a discreet squeeze under the elbow that implies, "If you think it's exciting meeting me, just imagine how exciting it is being me." Actually, I imagine that a lot of the time it's kind of embarrassing being George Clooney. The path to his door is littered with the corpses of female journalists, who, after spending half an hour in his company - smart, funny, so suave as to practically curve at the edges - simply expired on the...