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David L. Golding
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Virginia Is For Others
My home state of Virginia has become something of a Holy Grail for Democrats in the upcoming national election, but
Cambridge Is Not Expanding
In a classic vignette from Annie Hall, Woody Allen recalls a farcical episode from his childhood where his mother drags
Mourning Alexander Solzhenitsyn
Russian novelist and dissident, Alexander Solzhenitsyn, died last month at the age of 89. A celebrated author, his series of
Puritanical America, J’Accuse!
French President Nicolas Sarkozy—renegade Gallic right-winger and scourge of les pouvoirs-qui-sont —campaigned on an image as the ruthless reformer of
The End of an Era
William F. Buckley, the majestic patriarch of modern American conservatism, died yesterday at the genteel old age of 82. He
A Time For Glory
Oh, the dilemma. As I loitered in the Dunster House Common Room for the final innings of game four, surrounded
TOME RAIDER: Contingency, Irony, and Solidarity
It is sadly common enough for students of literature who harbor a passion for philosophy to find their curiosity rebuffed
Life Kills
Terrorism, it turns out, is a many-headed beast. A raving, hirsute lunatic making tiresome home-videos in his medieval cave has
An American Patriot in Paris
Spending the Fourth of July in France is an eerie phenomenon for an American, disquieting in its silence, its indifference,
The Truth in Progress
Even among soi-disant “progressives,” the idea of progress is out of vogue these days, either written off as a relic
Pure Evil
Evil, at its worst, is ineffable. In the weeks and months to come, yesterday’s cold-blooded shooting rampage at Virginia Tech
Playing House
PINING FOR THE QUAD I have been struggling with this for weeks. I have listened to my friends joke about
Hanged, Drawn, and Sectioned
There comes a time in the desultory career of every Harvard student when he realizes that section really, really sucks.
Confessions of a Bubble Boy
Hello, my name is David Golding, and I live in a bubble. That’s right. You know all the nasty names
High Achievers
Hypocrisy is hardly foreign to Harvard University, yet I still find it ironic and somewhat disconcerting that so many Harvard
