Hitchens, Briefly

More rounds arrived. I asked him for an election prediction, but he demurred. “Edwards should have endorsed right away,” he

More rounds arrived. I asked him for an election prediction, but he demurred. “Edwards should have endorsed right away,” he said, “The Democrats never win without a white Southern liberal.”

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The Clintons? “Terrible people,” he said.

The conversation turned to politics. “I have the same birthday as Thomas Jefferson,” Mr. Hitchens said. “There is a fabulous book coming out that is going to prove the lineage of Jefferson’s children right up until the present day. That will really shake things up.”

Mr. Hitchens had recently had his DNA traced. He was originally from the Congo and then Eastern Europe. “By way of the Holy Lands, of course,” he said with a grin.

He reminisced about breaking into journalism. “Things are different now,” he said. “There is less of a gatekeeper. You can publish things on the Internet, and people will actually read them.”

Glancing around McSorley’s, he smiled. “This place hasn’t changed a bit.” He had left England for America in the 1970’s. “At the time, things over there were bleak, to say the least.”

Mr. Hitchens reached for his coat. “I’ve got to meet a friend,” he said. “Martin Amis, he’s flying in tonight.”

I snapped a picture of Mr. Hitchens on my cell phone. He picked up more than his share of the tab. “America’s been good to me,” he said.

Hitchens, Briefly