&ldquoAt the Pyongyang Koryo Hotel, which is forty-five stories high, I was led into an elevator that was as naked as interrogation chamber, save for some overhead klieg lights&hellipthe refrigerator next to the wall was likewise empty. The hotel was rich, however, in mirrors there were mirrors in every passageway, huge four-sided pillars of mirrors in the lobby, ninety-four mirrors in the hangarlike dining room.&rdquo




