David Brooks yesterday:

Magazines are aspirational. *National Review*’s readers no doubt shared a hatred for Communism, but many of them simply wanted to be like Buckley. He had a Tory gratitude for the pleasures of life: for music, conversation, technology and adventure.

I don’t read National Review (apart from the guilty pleasures of the Corner), but I suspect my admiration for Buckley stems from my inner Tory: a nostalgia for the hierarchical class-based society of England.