There was always a sleepwalker edging along the parapet of a skyscraper with his arms reaching toward the moon, or a werewolf starting to howl in the middle of Times Square, or a pyromaniac setting fire to the dock warehouses.

NEWYORKER: The Daughters of the Moon

And so, like a sleepwalker who strides into danger and then wakes up with a gulp, the administration has stumbled into the most serious foreign-policy crisis of its six years.

ECONOMIST: Did Clinton think it through?