An oddity for me about this year’s National Review cruise is that the thing I find myself thinking about most is something that was said last year. I had heard Victor Davis Hanson on the radio a few times, his sonorous, deliberately paced voice and sparkling erudition causing the mind’s eye to conjure a professor’s […]
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