As the newest Buckley Fellow, I think it’s only proper that one of the first pieces I write should have a kinship with that great man’s God and Man at Yale, if only reminiscent of a rotund burl on the family tree.
But you’ve not found here an attempt to replicate the original, as it requires neither revision nor contemporary facsimile. I invoke the example because Buckley was capable of adoring his alma mater while also excoriating its manifold afflictions, emotions shared as I consider the academy and conservatives’ relationship with it.






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