Maureen Dowd, as she is wont to do, commits [what I can only assume to be] the journalistic equivalent of slashing Judy Miller's tires in the parking lot:

I've always liked Judy Miller. I have often wondered what Waugh or Thackeray would have made of the Fourth Estate's Becky Sharp.

The traits she has that drive many reporters at The Times crazy - her tropism toward powerful men, her frantic intensity and her peculiar mixture of hard work and hauteur - have never bothered me. I enjoy operatic types.

Zing!