H.G. Wells was trained as a scientist. His best novels have held up because of the fascinated interest he took in technology and its disruptions.
A shelf of books that instruct girls, boys and their right-thinking parents that ‘no one is too small to take a stand.’
Why does America love a rogue? What is it in the national character that prefers the inventive sinner to the drowsy saint?
For humanists, the test of legitimacy in government was not simply performance but virtue of character.
A man being chased by police thrusts a piece of paper into Paul Ricard’s pocket. The flics shoot their fleeing suspect dead, but Ricard retains the paper: an engineering schematic for a German torpedo detonator.
Why do so many American academics believe that they must express contrition they don’t feel for sins they didn’t commit?