The inability to say no, when it needs to be said, has always been for me a major weakness. I once foolishly took a job as managing editor of a magazine in the Midwest. I promised my wife two or three years and we’d be back in South Carolina—five years at most.
On FB today, someone who often comments on Catholic topics referred to Cardinal Archbishop Cupich as a “centrist.”
This is my article on Forster from The Spectator. The title was given by an editor, probably Stuart Reid.
This is a slightly fictionalized piece of personal history. Some of the names have been changed to protect the sensitive, and the dialogue, while it represents the substance of what was said, has been sharpened by recollection.
The first is by Robert Louis Stevenson…. The second is by Thomas Hardy There will be more.
This morning my wife asked me why Gavin Newsome has been behaving so foolishly in public. “That’s easy,” I told her, “He’s watching Donald Trump and picking up cues.”
Hamlet is, like Mel Gibson in Lethal Weapon, a death-obsessed neurotic, and the similarities between the play and the film must have given Franco Zeferelli the brilliant (if zany) idea of casting Gibson, a morally unstable movie star of limited talent, as Hamlet.
Nothing better indicates the mental confusion of postmodern Americans than their constant abuse of modal auxiliary verbs like shall and will, should and would, can and could. In introducing the Italian conditional, I included the following preface which may help some to understand how future and conditional are formed in English.
