We might count it a distraction for the Greeks, from the Greek crisis, that they could still be rescued.

Participating in a riot joins the pleasures of destruction with those of moral indignation.

On the sad state of the West English town.

A generation is now growing old, which never had anything to say for itself except that it was young.

The lessons I learned in researching Drinking With the Saints can be distilled into five key points.  

I've seen the captious phrase "white privilege" — a camp neologism by my reading — very often lately.

One of the (many) signs of our cultural decline is that verbal insults, these days, are almost invariably scatological or sexual, provoking a blizzard of asterisks whenever A wants to put the smackdown on B. Once upon a time, it was not so.

"Like any other life-sustaining resource," says Marilyn Chandler McEntyre, "language can be depleted, polluted, contaminated, eroded, and filled with artificial stimulants." Today more than ever, language needs to be rescued and restored.

The notion of the gentleman has been out of fashion for some time, especially because of its connection to boorish, Victorian-era stoicism. However, Brad Miner believes that the example of the gentleman is ripe for recovery, and far from being a stick-in-the-mud, the "complete" gentleman is a passionate warrior, lover and monk.

The other day, while I was meditating on morality and Mr. H. Pitt, I was, so to speak, snatched up and put into a jury box to try people. The snatching took some weeks, but to me it seemed something sudden and arbitrary. I was put into this box because I lived in Battersea, and my name began with a C.