It took me about 20 minutes, even in those ancient days, with their ancient search engines, to find the article. As was my standard practice, I printed a copy of the article, paperclipped it to the student's essay, and sent the student an email (we did have email in those days, oh my best beloved) saying I would like to see him in my office as soon as possible.
He arrived, all wide-eyed and innocent. When I confronted him with the evidence, first he claimed that "it wasn't fair," because I had been "trying" to catch him. (Apparently he thought of my acts as a sort of entrapment?) But then he claimed he was innocent because he had not thieved the essay off the internet.
See, he had not had time to do his assignment; so he asked his girlfriend to write the essay, and she had thieved the essay off the net; so really --
"Dude," I said, wincing. "Son."
All of this, by way of saying, to the latest revelations concerning George W. Bush's "Memoirs" -- dude. Son.