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GHOST AND GUEST

Collapsing on a sleeping friend
Upon the couch, I fell
Sincerely sorry to offend
This guest in my “hotel.”

Our customary schedules changed,
He lay as if in pitch,
No boundaries, his form estranged
From which idea was which.

He panted thrice, but barely stirred,
His fright dry and compressed –
Neither of us with a word,
We two: the ghost and guest.

My pulse stopped years ago, it’s true.
That person is a ghost
Who stumbles; this, perhaps, he knew –
Unseeing, yet engrossed.

I fled the scene in full control,
Apologies ad hoc.
My terrorizing of a soul
Had come as little shock.


Contents
November 28, 2011    |     Volume LXIII, No. 22

Articles
Features
Books, Arts & Manners
  • Tyler Cowen reviews Keynes Hayek: The Clash That Defined Modern Economics, by Nicholas Wapshott.
  • Richard Brookhiser reviews Masscult and Midcult: Essays Against the American Grain, by Dwight Macdonald.
  • Joseph Tartakovsky reviews Design for Liberty: Private Property, Public Administration, and the Rule of Law, by Richard A. Epstein.
  • Jacob Mchangama reviews Silenced: How Apostasy and Blasphemy Codes Are Choking Freedom Worldwide, by Paul Marshall and Nina Shea.
  • Ross Douthat reviews Margin Call.
  • To Mann, or not to Mann? John Derbyshire responds.
Sections
The Long View  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Athwart  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Poetry  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Happy Warrior  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
The Bent Pin  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .