Apropos of nothing, Andrew Stuttaford and I were having dinner last night and decided that National Review needs an ombudsman (they’re all the rage right now) to guard our morals. We have decided to nominate John Derbyshire for the (unpaid) post. He can be counted on, we are sure, not only to provide a moderating influence on our writers, but to treat illegitimate complaints with the delicacy they deserve.