I was happy with what I had done, and when Bill [Buckley] asked me to lunch at Paone’s, I expected that he would be happy too, perhaps propose another idea. He did have another idea, but it was not what I expected.
We sat, we ordered. Bill came to the point. He had decided, he said, that I would succeed him as editor in chief of National Review, when it came time for him to retire. Bill owned all the stock of the magazine; that would then become mine. He would roll the news out gradually. I would have to become a senior editor, in a year or so; later I would serve as managing editor.
If I do not remember many details of this lunch, it is because I was overwhelmed….