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    “Sir William.” That’s how my late husband often began memos to Bill Buckley, and scads of memos there were, after Jim McFadden’s cancer took his voice in 1996. Most though began “Dear Bill,” and dear he was to our family—godfather to one of our daughters—and to all... Read More →

    “In our nation, certainly, the rule has been that even the most unpopular court decisions are, in due course, accepted. (The great exception was Dred Scott.) The proximate reason why is, we’d say, that Americans have granted their judges moral as well as legal... Read More →

“You have raised the ethical question,” wrote William Buckley to J.P. Mc- Fadden in 1980, “whether we have sublimated privacy into the license to take life. I cannot imagine that anyone is engaged in a sustained endeavor of moral introspection more important than yours; nor... Read More →