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The monks of Venice's San Giorgio Maggiore have hosted Cosimo de Medici in exile and a papal conclave, but they won't be throwing any rice at Jeff Bezos and Lauren Sánchez.

What "bread" and "dough" can both refer to: five letters.

The movement has survived all sorts of political stress tests, but there's one schism that could actually pose a problem.

Also: Staffers' favorite Brad Pitt movies, Carnegie Hall performances in the parks, the stargazing rap of Ab-Soul, and more.

It's clear that we're on the precipice of a surge in preventable diseases. But how bad will it get?

The NATO secretary-general goes all-in on strategic self-abasement while meeting with his American "Daddy."

Why Eliot Cohen, an intellectual architect of the Iraq War, thinks Trump was right to strike Iran.

From the daily newsletter: And should we worry about it? Plus: Atul Gawande on R.F.K., Jr.,'s war on vaccines.

The sequel, which adds more A.I.-endowed robots and increases their powers, diminishes its dramatic impact.