Those of us who came to adulthood during the sexual revolution of the 1960s and ‘70s may sometimes entertain a private reflex of sympathy for Prince Andrew. What if all the foolish escapades of our lives were brought into the public realm as relentlessly as his have been?
I can think of many a harmless septuagenarian who might break into a cold sweat at the thought of what mortification might follow if every folie de jeunesse was disclosed to the world.
