CHAPTER 7 Death by a Thousand Cuts
Knuth was a formidable opponent. He was ultra-paranoid and extremely careful. He hadn’t allowed his pursuers the luxury of traditional “smoking gun” evidence. No, Knuth’s legacy would not suffer a single deadly blow; if it was to end, it would be through a death by a thousand tiny cuts.
It seemed illogical, but here I was: lying in a patch of tall grass, peering through $5000 binoculars at a very modest house. The weather had been decent enough for the past three days. Aside from the occasional annoying insect and the all-too-frequent muscle cramp, I was still in good spirits.
Early in my military career, I was trained to endure longer and more grueling stints in harsher ...