For Catholic parents with intelligent high school children, this can be a trying time. A good many ostensibly Catholic universities have simply become indistinguishable from the mass of U.S. colleges. Take Georgetown, for example, which the New York Times gleefully reports has become a gay-friendly campus. During the month of “OUTober,” described by the Times … Read more
When I was at school, my friends had sensible names, names rooted in the land, names their grandparents bore. Names like Charles, Guy, and Ian (which my French friends pronounced “Eye-an”). The girls were called Portia, Sophie, and Honor. Names meant something then. Names always mean something. That’s why we gave up on regular names. … Read more
I taught for a while in Paris and, after knocking off work, would walk down the rue des Écoles, past the College de France, past the statue of Joachim du Bellay, to the Cinéma Henri Langois — the best repertory cinema I know — to see a Western. I took my seat in the dark … Read more
When I was at school, my friends had sensible names, names rooted in the land, names their grandparents bore. Names like Charles, Guy, and Ian (which my French friends pronounced “Eye-an”). The girls were called Portia, Sophie, and Honor. Names meant something then. Names always mean something. That’s why we gave up on regular names. … Read more
My youth was a golden time, filled with hampers of Chateau d’Yquem, Morgan Plus-Fours, and— best of all—what seemed like an unlimited number of Evelyn Waugh novels yet to read. While everyone about me was arguing over Herbert Marcuse, I idled my time away with Paul Pennyfeather. Political philosophy I yielded without regret to my … Read more
I taught for a while in Paris and, after knocking off work, would walk down the rue des Ecoles, past the College de France, past the statue of Joachim du Bellay, to the Cinema Henri Langois the best repertory cinema I know—to see a Western. I took my seat in the dark theater among the … Read more