Introduction

Sometime in the late fifties I saw in The Catholic World an essay by Herbert Kenny evaluating, and acclaiming, the work of Hilaire Belloc. I thought it so good, so singular, I wrote him a letter which reached him in Boston, where he worked for the Boston Globe. He wrote back, pleased but also amused. He reported that he had received two letters applauding that piece, the other from Reid Buckley of Camden, South Carolina—were we related?

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