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THE PORTRAIT

Her face hung white and empty as a spoon.
She had resisted every breeze and flutter
That shuffled dead air through the shutter,
Propped up all morning in a pose.
To flush the color from that stilted rose
Was more than he could do that afternoon.
Perhaps a slip of light would catch her breath;
She stared through every shade that touched her skin,
Like a breathless doll or manikin.
So at noon when a bolt of live light struck
Her cheeks, he would rather stand and look;
The canvas stretched as blank and taut as death,
For one so seldom pictures such a tint,
Certainly nothing anyone could paint.


Contents
October 14, 2013    |     Volume LXV, No. 19

Articles
Features
Books, Arts & Manners
  • Mary Eberstadt reviews Writing from Left to Right: My Journey from Liberal to Conservative, by Michael Novak.
  • Kevin A. Hassett reviews The Growth Experiment Revisited: Why Lower, Simpler Taxes Really Are America’s Best Hope for Recovery, by Lawrence B. Lindsey.
  • Colin Dueck reviews Conservative Internationalism: Armed Diplomacy under Jefferson, Polk, Truman, and Reagan, by Henry R. Nau.
  • Theodore Dalrymple reviews American Psychosis: How the Federal Government Destroyed the Mental Illness Treatment System, by E. Fuller Torrey.
  • Ross Douthat reviews Drinking Buddies.
  • Richard Brookhiser discusses the wall of sound.
Sections
The Long View  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Athwart  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Poetry  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Happy Warrior  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  
Editorial  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .