Weeping obscures our guilt and allows us to accuse fate, without contradiction. I wept because I was losing the father for whom I had always lived. No matter that I had given him scant company. Hadn’t my efforts to become a better man been aimed at affording him some satisfaction? The success I yearned for…
Being a creature of habit, as regular as a monk, and taking pleasure in the homeliest repetitions, I listen every night at ten to a program called This I Believe. Monks have their compline, I have This I Believe. On the program hundreds of the highest minded people in our country, thoughtful and intelligent people,…
The very excellent Coleman Hughes in City Journal coleman hughesEconomicsFriedrich Hayekidentity politicsKarl MarxThomas Sowell
This photo-essay by photographer Kishin Shinoyama is the first of what I anticipate will be a flurry of publications marking, come November, fifty years since Mishima’s death. JapanKishin Shinoyamaphilosophical literaturephotographyYukio Mishima
“You realize, of course, that this is all your fault. The progress of my work will be greatly delayed. I suggest that you go to your confessor and make some penance, Mother. Promise him that you will avoid the path of sin and drinking in the future. Tell him what the consequence of your moral…
Zbigniew Janowski interviews Nick about his latest book (and chats about much more besides. Friedrich HayekJohn Stuart MillLiberalismMichael OakeshottNicholas Capaldirule of lawZbigniew Janowski
And left alone (this, too, was strange) I didn’t think about my father’s health, but instead, moved and – I may say – filled with proper filial respect, I regretted that for such a mind, aspiring to lofty goals, a finer education had not been possible. Today, as I write, approaching the age reached by…
My two cents worth to Susan’s festschrift. classical liberalismEPISTEMEEpistemologyPeirceScientismSokal Hoaxsusan haacktestimony
FOR SOME TIME NOW the impression has been growing upon me that everyone is dead. It happens when I speak to people. In the middle of a sentence it will come over me: yes, beyond a doubt this is death. There is little to do but groan and make an excuse and slip away as…
“I also told the students that, for the sake of humanity’s future, I hoped that they were all sterile. I could never have possibly read over the illiteracies and misconceptions burbling from the dark minds of these students. It will be the same wherever I work.” 30% discount code available here a confederacy of duncesJohn…
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