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You said the magic words that work on me like "Squirrel" on a dog: Roger and Scruton. I have a friend, a painter, who went to England for a gallery show she was having. When she got back to Rome she mentioned that she'd been to a lunch the gallery owners had put on for her. She mentioned casually that one of the guests was Roger Scruton. I was dumbfounded. She had no idea who he was. I had to explain why my jaw was on the floor: "To a political philosophy nerd, that's like telling me you had lunch with a Beatle." I'm still wrenched with envy about it.

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