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She looks at me attentively with large blue eyes. Her hair is long and chestnut colored, framing her porcelain face, her lips preternatural. She is smaller than I imagined, thin and insubstantial. Cloaked in a camel-colored overcoat, vaguely rakish, she brings to mind Amelia Earhart.

It is our second meeting. In the three nights since last we met, she has stayed in three different hotels — two in Beverly Hills and one in New York City, where she went, she says, partly because she had a business meeting, but also because her son loves to play in Central Park.

Her son's name is Maddox Jolie, and she adopted him in Cambodia in 2002. Like his mother, the boy is airplane mad. She promised him on his second birthday that she'd learn to fly. And just the other day, on his third birthday, she test-flew her new airplane. (She calls it "our new plane.") She soloed for the first time in August.

Mounting the barstool, she removes her coat to reveal a tight black sleeveless top over low-slung jeans. On her left shoulder, skin-colored makeup barely covers an old tattoo. In the course of the evening, she will allow me to moisten the tip of my finger with my tongue and try to wipe off the makeup, under which had once been written BILLY BOB. (Also, she will turn her back to me and pull up her shirt and bend over, all of which to show me her new tiger tattoo, which stretches roughly from her shoulder blades on down to the swell of her ass.) The shoulder itself, the arm, the neck, all of her, really, appears a bit too thin. She looks fragile, like a refugee.

Well known for blurring her personal and onscreen lives — the heroin-addicted bisexual model in HBO's Gia; the fetchingly psychotic roommate in Girl, Interrupted, for which she won an Academy Award; the sultry and insatiable wife of Billy Bob Thornton in Pushing Tin, with whom she shared a real-life interest in tattooing, self-mutilation, and bloodletting — Jolie has reinvented herself once again.

On the eve of two big-ticket movie roles, as Alexander the Great's mother in Oliver Stone's epic Alexander, and as Brad Pitt's professionally murderous wife in Mr. & Mrs. Smith, the latest incarnation of Angelina Jolie is a cross between her comic-book hero Lara Croft and her passionate do-gooder in Beyond Borders. Newly responsible but still untamed, she speaks softly, almost a whisper, sipping pinot noir

Most of the bad girls I play end up crying for some reason.

I actually don't have a place to live right now. I have a house in England and an office in New York, but I have a bug in me to change everything.

I've always hoped that one day I would have a life that was more exciting than the characters I was playing in the movies. Now I think I'm on the right track. My life is as interesting to me as my work.

Often people make the mistake of thinking that just because there is a camera or a microphone in your face, you have to speak.

You can't get more alone than flying solo for the first time.

There are all these metaphors from the early fliers about flying above the cynics of the world and being free. I don't disagree with that. And I love the discipline of committing to something. Because this is the hardest thing I've ever done. Just the work of it and the commitment and how long it's taken. The classes. The science and math of it. Meteorology. Navigation. All of it. I'm taking the English and the American courses at the same time. In America there's one test; in England there are eight.

They say flying is better than sex. To me, it is. Absolutely. Hands down. It just is. Don't ask.

For three years I've been a Goodwill Ambassador through the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees. Initially it was just for myself, you know, wanting to get my hands dirty, to be a part of the real world, to get myself an education. But then I went to some hearings in Washington and I realized that a lot of people don't understand what's really going on.

In the last few months, I've been in a constant state of movement. I went to Chad — I spent my birthday [June 4, her twenty-ninth] in Chad — then to Cambodia. Then I went to Washington for Refugee Day, and then I went to speak at the secretary of state's open forum on trafficking. Trafficking is different in different areas of the world. In Cambodia, the highest rate of people trafficked are children for begging. Hill-tribe girls are likely to end up used for sex or slave labor. Then I went to Italy to speak for We Are the Future, for children of conflict, and then I went to Spain for its Refugee Day. I went to Jordan for the Arab Children's Congress. Then I went back to Cambodia to deal with the dams and the mining and the poaching. That was my summer vacation. In between, I took flying lessons.

It's an unbelievable feeling to be at one with the air.