Uh-oh. I know Ramesh is starting to frown when he switches from “Derb” to “Derbyshire.” Next stop “Derbyshitler”?

I must say, though, I am quite taken with the idea of a slippery slope argument about slippery slopes. There’s an infinite regress there somewhere

– a slippery infinite regress.

Be that as it may, I am now heading off to The New Criterion end of season party & dinner, which is always royal fun. I promise not to snitch about events in the later part of the evening, though, as I did last year, to the embarrassment of certain persons. What happens in The New Criterion stays in The New Criterion.