Never, ever compete with a guy whose last name you can't spell I always say.
Regards,
L
He used to come to New Orleans and speak to a circle of friends of mine. I'm crushed I never got to hear him but one gets an idea of what his conversations must have been like, reading him.
One of their favorites stories was this. During the question/answer after one of his lectures (likely on the subject matter herein), one of the Xavier students from the black Catholic university here in town went chapter and verse on the tribulations of the Black Man in America. Keuhnelt-Leddihn paused a moment as he fixed him with a look and simply stated (in his aristocratic Austrian accent):
End of story.
Night, Lurker.