I believe (not for the first time) that I didn’t express myself very well in my post below – and certainly I didn’t think for a moment that people who write as well and read as much as my fellow bloggers don’t appreciate words.
Ginny
Legal Theory & Its Children
P.S. to post below (and countless ones before that):
An example of the theoretical tire hitting the realistic road is discussed at Volokh Prompted by Neil Katyal’s “extensive review of Jack Goldsmith’s The Terror Presidency: Law and Judgment Inside the Bush Administration in The New Republic. ” The comments cover familiar ground:
C-Span – God & Gold
Viewing note for the weekend: C-Span 2: Book-Tv at 4:45 p.m. e.s.t. Saturday will rerun Walter Russell Mead’s discussion of his God and Gold: Britain, America, and the Making of the Modern World at the Council on Foreign Relations. His frame for giving context to Ango-American history is broad, illuminating the past as well as the present. This just-published book appears to include some of the arguments Lex recommended in an earlier Foreign Affairs article by Mead. Sunday afternoon, two panels on C-Span II will be devoted to Allen Bloom’s The Closing of the American Mind. Q&A on C-Span 1at 8:00 e.s.t. on Saturday will be John Bolton.
P.S.: Lex’s opinion below. Also, reviewed in The Economist; lengthy interview with Hewitt (audio also available there).
Ranting on a Rant
A&L’s links tend toward the artsy or developed essay; over the weekend, however, it linked to a rant, Mark Morford‘s “American Kids, Dumber than Dirt”, subtitled “Warning: The Next Generation Might Just be the Biggest Pile of Idiots in U.S. History.”
It is, in short, nothing less than a tidal wave of dumb, with once-passionate, increasingly exasperated teachers like my friend nearly powerless to stop it. The worst part: It’s not the kids’ fault. They’re merely the victims of a horribly failed educational system.
Robert Goulet, RIP
The speeches from Camelot were riveting, even on a small black and white screen, as Richard Burton recited them, sitting in a quiet spotlight beside Dick Cavett. Julie Andrews seemed made to show us what England and youth and the lusty month of May were all about. But holding his own with them was the darkly handsome Robert Goulet – born in Massachusetts but of French Canadian stock and apparently perfectly cast. Indeed, to many of us who never set foot in a Broadway theater, Robert Goulet remained Lancelot. The mere shadows of what these three must have been in person, they could still ground the stage of Ed Sullivan and the other great variety shows of the fifties and sixties. But if Burton’s quiet reading deepened the shadows on Cavett, Goulet’s voice filled the speakers on our old tv sets that were only capable of hinting at his power.
Forty years later, his voiceovers endear him to our grand children. And older, we laugh with him, as Goulet‘s loose humor enriched commercials for ESPN and Emerald Nuts. The romantic lead matured and he charmed with the quirky humor of his guest spot on Police Squad! and then Naked Gun with fellow Canadian Leslie Neilson. At 73, that great baritone has died, waiting on a lung transplant. But to many of my generation he remains the dashing and seductive knight, his eyes following Burton, betraying the complexity of admiration and the difficulty of restraint.
YouTube houses Goulet’s moving rendition of another of the great classics of the high water decade in musical theater -the “Soliloquy” from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Carousel.
(And perhaps the juxtaposition of Porter Wagoner and Robert Goulet, of T. H. White and Dolly Parton, of Zucker and Hee Haw! might hint at the rich hybrids that grew from Albion’s seed planted on our shore.)