What are the compensations on the downhill side of life?
Beyond the purple velvet drapes, the skeins of billowed gossamer, my hotel window looks down on the back gates of Trinity College. Up three floors and pierced by a late October sun, the room has been done up like a swinger’s pad, with leopard print and leather, with mirrors and conic shaded lights in orbit about the dark mass of the pillowed bed.
Rod Dreher posts a letter from a young 'un asking about law school and farming. Similarly, a commenter here last week asked: I have only ever...