Conservatism contra conservatism

To write in chin-stroking terms about the nature of conservatism makes me feel nostalgic. I used to love doing that. I could have stroked my chin about “order” and “community” until I’d stroked it raw.

As I wrote — elliptically — in my piece “The Scruton Café”, I realised that this was too much of a word game:

“When do you close?” I ask the barista.

“We do…