First things first. Here is a picture I took this afternoon of Notre Dame as it presents itself now to the hordes of tourists who are drawn to the site of the disaster. The cathedral will live, and two centuries from now, this will all be a footnote to its career. A comforting thought, withal.
Much has happened during my silence. I am afraid my self-imposed exile from the blogosphere did nothing to calm my nerves. Of all the horrors that are now our daily bread, the most worrisome by far to me is the series of confrontations in the Strait of Hormuz. Trump, I am pleased to say, has thus far shown no taste for actual military engagements, but I am, with no evidence, fearful that Bolton is stage managing an Incident designed to drag Trump into war. We shall see.
My biggest personal disappointment [this will show you, if you had not already discerned it, how petty I am] is that before I went silent I neglected to post here a thought I had, that the House could impeach Trump and simply not forward that case to the Senate for trial, thus hanging the scarlet I around his neck but denying him the inevitable Senatorial acquittal. Subsequently, some upstart named Lawrence Tribe said the same thing in a Washington Post Op Ed, stealing my thunder. Rats!
Tonight I shall cook dorade royale, and tomorrow quail.
Oh, by the way, on Friday we shall dine at Brasserie Balzar with Brian Leiter! I have never met Leiter, but he noted from my blog that we would be in Paris, wrote to tell me that he would be here giving talks, and suggested that we meet.
I think in my dotage I am coming up in the world.