In November 1955, “a blue-bordered oasis of sanity” made its first appearance, proclaiming: “national review stands athwart history, yelling Stop.” Twenty-five years later some of us still keep the faith.
In Mecosta, Michigan, the Master of Piety Hill detects that something is awry in the ancestral manse. He reports on his appalling trouvaille in national review, in the first issue of the ninth decade of the twentieth century (Jan. 4, 1980): “. . . At length I penetrated to a remote cellar, and there I found my spouse and all our household huddled around the forbidden TV, watching [. . .] the late news. I dispersed them wrathfully,” Russell Kirk continues. “Then, taking a pair of powerful wire-cutters, I did quite a bit of damage to the set, and flung portions of it into trash cans. . . .”




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