Thank You, Bill   

I only learned about National Review in 1970 when, as an 18-year old foreign student, I picked up my first copy of the magazine at Temple University’s library.  Prior to that time, Time and Newsweek had been my window on America.  NR’s founder, Bill Buckley, a quintessential American icon (little known outside of North America), opened up a new world to me that voiced thoughts and ideas I had always erroneously believed were somehow too indelicate for public discourse.  Not only did he make the magazine an intellectual and eloquent forum for often-controversial conservative points-of-view, but he mixed the thoughtful discussion with the right amounts of levity, self-deprecation and, when necessary, biting sarcasm.  Bill gave us strength when the days were dark and he cautioned us against unfounded exuberance during heady times.

As soon as I could scrounge up the money for a subscription, I stopped relying on the library copy and I’ve been a subscriber and fan ever since.  Bill, we loved you in so many ways and, although you’re no longer with us, we hope you always knew that the “romance” would never end.
Neville Arjani

03/07 07:26 AM