Like most bookstores, the one I visited in Manhattan this morning keeps half a dozen bestselling or implicitly recommended titles right by the cash register for impulse buys: Chomsky's 9-11 has occupied a place of honor there for months. Today the checkout counter titles were the usual vaguely or blatantly left-wing titles, plus a stack (well, three copies) of Orianna Falacci's The Rage and the Pride, right between Chomsky and Get Your War On. A good sign?