THE MISANTHROPE’S CORNER

ZZZZT! Foiled again. Today is Testimony Eve and my deadline is the day after Testimony. I can’t very well write about what hasn’t happened yet, so I’ll tell you about the two weeks I’ve spent glued to the TV.

Be forewarned: the phrase “Testimony Eve” is all wrong. An “eve” is calm and still, with that quieter-than-quiet hush that tells us it’s snowing even before we look out the window. I can’t look out my windows because the air-conditioners are in the way, and one of them has started making a raspy squawk that sounds just like Bay Buchanan.

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Florence King

Florence King was a contributing editor of National Review.

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ZZZZT! Foiled again. Today is Testimony Eve and my deadline is the day after Testimony. I can’t very well write about what hasn’t happened yet, so I’ll tell you about the two weeks I’ve spent glued to the TV.

Be forewarned: the phrase “Testimony Eve” is all wrong. An “eve” is calm and still, with that quieter-than-quiet hush that tells us it’s snowing even before we look out the window. I can’t look out my windows because the air-conditioners are in the way, and one of them has started making a raspy squawk that sounds just like Bay Buchanan.