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On Chris Wray’s self-defenestration and the dilemma of being on the pugilistic President-elect’s target list.

A new kind of prosthetic limb depends on carbon fibre and computer chips—and the reëngineering of muscles, tendons, and bone.

Health insurers and hospitals increasingly treat patients less as humans in need of care than consumers who generate profit.

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The director, whose latest film, “Oh, Canada,” opened this December, discusses four of his favorites.