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A story for the Easter season: Daniel Patrick 'I don't suppose there is any point in being Irish if you don't know the world is going to break your heart eventually'[*] Moynihan had his staunch, freedom-loving heart broken at a dangerous place called the United Nations, and only a seat in the Senate could restore it. That made the third or fourth time in recent memory (mine) that the now-junior senator from New York had mourned for his own dashed hopes for a better world so eloquently and so profitably that he ended up with a better job, a new book, and more column inches of moral uplift from George F. Will and the other trendy purveyors of an easy decency calling itself 'the new conservativism.'
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