As an observer, Phillips is, I repeat, excellent. It is Phillips the prophet who doesn’t make much sense. The reason is simple enough. The official historian of the New York Yankees can’t be expected to predict the outcome of tonight’s game. Time and chance happeneth to them all, and it is impossible to enumerate all the variables, let alone give each of them its proper weight. You might as well try to juggle cannon balls and tennis balls together.
Post-conservative America! Nobody else has thought of that. But the book is too passionate to deserve suspicion as mere one-upmanship. In fact its eclectic adduction of random data only adds up when you understand that the anti-sentimental rightist is harboring sentiments of his own. What are they?




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