The Misanthrope’s Corner

Their letters invariably gave off a tone composed of equal parts of “we happy few,” “us against the world,” and “hold the fort,” and slipped easily into a cantankerous grumble that instantly identified them as the work of a type familiar to anyone who writes for a conservative audience: Luddites, who hate anything and everything new simply because it’s new.

Actually I was, I just didn’t look it. By the same token, I do have e-mail, but I save it for marriage—i.e., NATIONAL REVIEW. It’s how I get this column into their computer, bicker with my editor over commas, and nag him for a galley.

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Florence King

Florence King was a contributing editor of National Review.

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Their letters invariably gave off a tone composed of equal parts of “we happy few,” “us against the world,” and “hold the fort,” and slipped easily into a cantankerous grumble that instantly identified them as the work of a type familiar to anyone who writes for a conservative audience: Luddites, who hate anything and everything new simply because it’s new.

Actually I was, I just didn’t look it. By the same token, I do have e-mail, but I save it for marriage—i.e., NATIONAL REVIEW. It’s how I get this column into their computer, bicker with my editor over commas, and nag him for a galley.