T.S. Eliot must have been forethinking the end of this millennium when he wrote his famous line about the way the world ends: “Not with a bang, but a whimper.” Or with a breaking of wind.
We certainly seem determined to conclude our particular stretch of the thousand years stretching to the present from Read More
I find upper-bracket adultery infinitely less interesting and amusing than upper-bracket idolatry. The gods the rich and connected worship reveal more about them than their tiresome couplings (or choice of couplee) ever will.
Of course, the principal deity worshiped these days by the big-ticket crowd is Mammon, who has loosed upon the earth a true Read More