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High life

The death of three young people I knew

And why I’m not about to read Arianna Huffington’s book

26 April 2014

9:00 AM

26 April 2014

9:00 AM

New York

The poet was right: April is the cruellest month. We at The Spectator lost Clarissa Tan, my good friend Bob Geldof’s 25-year-old daughter Peaches died, and my oldest friend from prep school buried his son, one of the greatest athletes of his time, at the age of 42. There is something obscene about surviving the young, something only politicians like Tony Blair can do and still smile, and A.E.

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