A Walk Along the Fault Lines

‘I’m sorry for the trouble, but it can’t be helped!”

This was probably the most common line in emails I received from David Pryce-Jones over the years at National Review. It was in reference to his Corner blog posts. He wasn’t able to post them directly, you see, and he felt bad about asking editors to get them up. “My wife has a nickname for me,” he explained in his mellifluous Old Etonian accent the first time we met: “Techno No-Go.”