Monthly Archives: September, 2018

When I am dictator, which hopefully will be any day now, I am going to bring back what was once a crucial distinction.  Namely,...

This is the story of a man—Robert de La Rouchefoucauld, scion of one of the oldest noble families in France, who lived from 1923...

This may be the worst well-written book I have ever read.  That is, most awful books are bad in their writing, bad in their...

I am currently very focused on the ascent to power of Communism in Russia, not because it had anything to recommend it, but for...

A disability afflicts nearly all conservative arguments today.  Rather than being a robust picture of vigor and health, as they should given their firm...

This is a book that rewards patience.  The problem is, I am not a patient man, nor do I think that the reward here...

I sometimes think of my project to pass Reaction through the refiner’s fire as beginning with the raw material of a simple stout tree,...

Etienne Gilson is one of those men who shot across the sky of the West in the first half of the twentieth century, and...

For some time now, I have been claiming that what we are likely to get, and probably need, whether we like it or not,...