Memoirs of an Unsung Hero

This book acquired a terribly ironic epilogue after it was printed. Having given his life to losing causes, Henry Regnery confesses toward the end of Memoirs of a Dissident Publisher that he has always lacked the tragic sense of life: “Life has probably treated me too well for me to develop a philosophy of my own. . . . That our Maker feels kindly toward us, his creatures, the music of Bach and Mozart would be for me sufficient evidence, if there were not much more.”

Then, in Chicago’s disastrous DC-10 crash, he lost two key men in his little firm. One of them was his son Henry.

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Joseph Sobran

This book acquired a terribly ironic epilogue after it was printed. Having given his life to losing causes, Henry Regnery confesses toward the end of Memoirs of a Dissident Publisher that he has always lacked the tragic sense of life: “Life has probably treated me too well for me to develop a philosophy of my own. . . . That our Maker feels kindly toward us, his creatures, the music of Bach and Mozart would be for me sufficient evidence, if there were not much more.”

Then, in Chicago’s disastrous DC-10 crash, he lost two key men in his little firm. One of them was his son Henry.