Newt, Alone Again. “You’d never have guessed, making your way among the clanging bells of The Venetian’s mobbed casino, that such an empty, silent room could exist in this garish hotel. Reporters—only 20 or so at first—waited quietly in neat rows, looking into their laptops like students in a gold-hued library. There were no voters in evidence and not so much as a clap when Gingrich strode in from a side entrance: just the clacking of cameras.” [gq]