AFTER a few years of bimonthly lunching with Carlos, a friend who once worked for The New Yorker, I noticed that he always let me exit the restaurant first.
“Some day,” I told him, “I will follow you out a door.”
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AFTER a few years of bimonthly lunching with Carlos, a friend who once worked for The New Yorker, I noticed that he always let me exit the restaurant first.
“Some day,” I told him, “I will follow you out a door.”

About the Author
Historian Richard Brookhiser is a senior editor of National Review and a senior fellow at the National Review Institute.
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AFTER a few years of bimonthly lunching with Carlos, a friend who once worked for The New Yorker, I noticed that he always let me exit the restaurant first.
“Some day,” I told him, “I will follow you out a door.”
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About the Author
Historian Richard Brookhiser is a senior editor of National Review and a senior fellow at the National Review Institute.
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