Blind Luck?

There is a little Italian restaurant that we usually go to soon after our arrival in Paris, an unpretentious place where the pasta is good. It has a friendly atmosphere, and by now we are frequent enough customers to be greeted as friends. The patronne allows her children, aged about 7 and 9, when they have no school the next day, to act as ...


Taki’s Top Drawer


The Judge’s Dilemma

I knew what to expect when I voted for Donald Trump. Although I never directly interfaced with him or any of the business entities he controls, as an ...

Bunny Dreams and Abortion Nightmares

This week—a lesson from a “bunny.” You’re likely familiar with Twitchy, rightist aggregator of the left’s wild and wackiest tweets. ...

The Week That Perished

Cultural Caviar


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