On vacation I'm reading a book called Scorn, by Matthew Parris. It's a gatherum omnium of disobliging things that people have said about other people throughout the ages, even translating ancient curses. The Brits do this well; their much vaunted civility and urbanity is a veneer on astonishing rudeness.

Arianna attended Cambridge and did very well there--someone said that the English colleges teach you how to argue and the America ones how to do things and succeed. She was a right-winger, writing articles in 1993 for National Review. She married Michael Huffington but then divorced and a year after the divorce he revealed that he was bisexual, for which read gay. Most of her wealth came from the divorce.

Pace that old joke about Jewish divorces: Why are divorces from gold-digging Greek women so expensive? Because they're worth it.

After shedding herself of someone who, it is said, she knew perfectly well was gay, sorry, bisexual, when she married him, she drifted to the left and now is known mostly as the proprietress of the Huffington Post, home of some of the moonbats who do not actually twitch in public or soil the furniture.

Someone, who is not credited, said of dear Arianna that she was the face that lunched a thousand shits.

Now you can read the Huffington Post without gritting your teeth.