William F. Buckley, Jr.

he heard the roar of an oncoming truck. The noise broke the silence of his fourth-floor apartment on Dohany Street. It was the first sound of a motor vehicle he had heard since late in the afternoon of the preceding day, when, finally, the last sniper's shot was fired. The last, he gathered from...

Acknowledgments I am primarily indebted to my son Christopher, for reasons that will become evident to the reader. Christopher Little did the fine photographs. Those on the first page of the second color signature are by Claudio Veliz, Jr. To my other companions: I am grateful for their...