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Limbaugh’s Lair

What sort of décor do you think the King of Right Wing Radio likes to come home to after a hard day’s ranting into the mike? Big manly couches, a 50 foot wetbar, life size statues of Ronald Reagan? Think again. The dirigible of drivel has put his Fifth Ave penthouse on the market for $13.95 million.

The blue room.
The Blue Room

The decor makes you wonder. Uptight provincial rococo. As someone commented, “Looks feminine, dainty and uncomfortable. No reclining chair. No TV. No pool table. No mounted deer head. No bear rug. No gun rack. No militaria. No truck in the driveway. Are you sure a single man lives here?” Of course the thrice-married, thrice-divorced Rush takes pains to have a woman on his arm, at least in public, even though the current companion, Kate Rogers, was having her nails done in West Palm Beach when Limbaugh was on vacation in Hawaii, where he had his heart attack.

Limbaugh's Drawing Room
Limbaugh's Drawing Room

The photos of Limbaurgh’s interior decor somehow remind me of the passage in John Buchan’s Greenmantle where our man Hannay ends up in Stumm’s German castle, in his private apartment:

“We went up a staircase to a room at the end of a long corridor. Stumm locked the door behind him and laid the key on the table. That room took my breath away, it was so unexpected… It was very large, but low in the ceiling, and the walls were full of little recesses with statues in them. A thick gray carpet of velvet pile covered the floor, and the chairs were low and soft and upholstered like a lady's boudoir. A pleasant fire burned on the hearth and there was a flavour of scent in the air, something like incense or burnt sandalwood. A French clock on the mantelpiece told me that it was ten minutes past eight. Everywhere on little tables and in cabinets was a profusion of knickknacks, and there was some beautiful embroidery framed on screens. At first sight you would have said it was a woman's drawing-room.

“But it wasn't. I soon saw the difference. There had never been a woman's hand in that place. It was the room of a man who had a passion for frippery, who had a perverted taste for soft delicate things. It was the complement to his bluff brutality. I began to see the queer other side to my host, that evil side which gossip had spoken of as not unknown in the German army. The room seemed a horribly unwholesome place, and I was more than ever afraid of Stumm.”

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