Liberal tendencies notwithstanding, I can’t help but admire the defiance of this opposition and its belief that it’s the principle of standing on one’s own two feet that matters most.

Nabokov’s writing process as glimpsed here seems to have involved piling together neat phrases in the hope that there would be time later to arrange them into a plot.

With more clarity than ever before, Obama’s speech peeled away his slick exterior to reveal the inner workings of his moral universe—a universe that is old-fashioned, even unfashionable, and far more controversial than many of his most ardent admirers realize.

An attempt to Wikipedia “uncertainty principle” yields far too many Greek symbols for any still carbohydrate-glutted comprehension (although the page does include a pretty funny Heisenberg joke).

As insistent as it is on passing judgment, the Vatican remains troublingly resistant to singling out any genuinely serious modern art or literature to criticize.

Lévi-Strauss deserves a moment of genuine recognition and remembrance—his life, if perhaps not completely successful in the ways he would have hoped, suggests the rich possibilities open to a perpetually questing mind.

Critics, take note: Tightly crafted prose and lofty moral sentiments may have their place, but what really matters at the end of the day is the number of times a text mentions camels.

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