"Well," Hitchens said. "I'm off. I have to get up in the morning and continue the fight on CNN."
"Oh, come on, Christopher," I said. "You're the one who's supposed to keep us up all night."
I could almost see the good angel on one shoulder getting the crap kicked out of him by the devil hovering over the other. It was the world's shortest fight ever.
Michael Totten has a spectacular post: on the psychological cross-currents between allied Iraqis and Americans at a social gathering, as well as a priceless portrait of Christopher Hitchens. Stuff like this you just don't get in the newspapers.
