Dave: Sir Harry is one of the greatest characters in all fiction, but in creating the character — name and all — Fraser just took little Harry from Tom Brown’s School Days of early Victoriana and grew him up into the most thoroughly engaging rotter in history who didn’t actually serve in elective office. But, dear sir, Dirk Pitt? He’s not even in the same league as Sir Harry. I’d consign him to the depths with Mike Hammer. (Not that there’s anything wrong with Mike, or Sam Spade or Lew Archer or…)
I wouldn’t grant Sir Harry the title of best ever fictional name. There’s simply too much competition, and though we love our rascal, we must and can climb, like Sisyphus, from Flashman to Chuzzlewitt and Twist, and, again like Mr. S., tumble back down into the company of Finn McCool, Rowdy Yates and Professor Moriarty. This question, in fact, not susceptible of solution without descent into violence.
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?
H/T to National Review Online