When you read that Christopher Hitchens has volunteered to undergo waterboarding, you expect something far more terrifying than a few portly guys in khakis pouring a few ounces of water — from an ordinary water bottle, no less — onto a hand towel over his face. And you certainly don’t expect an adult-contemporary soundtrack.
The black hoods are scary though, I’ll admit, and evidently the whole process is so unbearable that Hitchens had to stop almost immediately:
“It doesn’t simulate the feeling of drowning. You are being drowned — slowly.”