If you haven’t read the remembrances Kathryn collected here, I commend them to you. Like most young NR staffers, I was very daunted by Pat Buckley when I first met her. She was such a grand figure. As I got to know her better, I came to appreciate the twinkle in her eye. You had to be on your toes at the editorial dinners she hosted. But one of my favorite things was when she would direct an acerbic remark someone’s way and he would find the perfect comeback and Pat would dissolve in laughter. When Pat wasn’t at the dinners, they weren’t the same–something special had been taken out of them. And so it will be in NR’s life generally now that she’s gone. Pat often inhabited a world of high society many of us here aren’t familiar with, but we all had something profound in common with her, since she loved NR and loved Bill Buckley. RIP.