Ok, after begging, scratching and pleading to see an advance copy of Jonah’s Groundhog Day piece, I had to read it in the magazine like everyone else. All I can say is “Wow.” And I thought it was a boy gets girl movie. Jonah’s writing on the slap to post-modernity that is a 1 1/2 hour Bill Murray classic (though arguably not in his top three — Caddyshack and Stripes are better comedies, whether or not they are “greater” films), reminds me of three things: 1) the essay I wrote in freshman year at a Catholic college analyzing Darth Vader in terms of Soren Kierkegaard’s Sickness Unto Death (all that self becoming the self stuff); 2) the time I met Bill Murray at a Chicago White Sox game (delightfully funny in person); and 3) that I really have no business writing on these pages. So just continue to consider me among the lesser lights of NRO. I’ve got to say, Jonah, that you really worked that one over.