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Ross G. Douthat
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Douthat Responds To Crimson Staff Editorial
I’d like to thank the editors for their kind attention to my criticisms of Harvard’s curriculum, which appear in the
The Final Column
Ever since my first Harvard spring, when I was still a bashful, beardless freshman, I’ve cultivated a passionate dislike for
The Enchanted World
Here is some useful wisdom: If you happen to be a God-fearing Harvard Christian, and you (like me) have a
Israel in Darkness
Human beings require hope, even in seasons of darkness. We survive on the belief that today’s nightmare will be redeemed
Learning to Love Garth Brooks
Two weeks ago, I earned my first-ever speeding ticket. It was an educational experience: I learned, for instance, that police
Albert Speer at Harvard
In 1937, as part of a program of academic exchange with German universities, Harvard named Albert Speer as a visiting
Suzanne Pomey's Harvard
Everyone has their own story about Suzanne M. Pomey ’02, the well-known Winthrop senior accused of stealing a hefty chunk
Let Us Now Praise Cornel West
There are many marvelous professors here at Harvard, many glittering luminaries of the academic world. But there is, alas, only
Send In the Clones
Last week, amid much fanfare, a company called Advanced Cell Technology announced that they had successfully cloned a human embryo.
Pointing Us Nowhere
One of the fringe benefits of being the president of a major university, one supposes, is that one no longer
The Harvard Syndrome
Last winter, I had dinner with my parents and two of my roommates at Legal Seafood in Kendall Square. During
The Ideology of Our Enemies
We are not at war with Islam , we have been told repeatedly by pundits and preachers and the President
The Moment of Truth
Historical analogies are a ticklish business, especially when they are proposed while a fine, cruel dust still blankets the desolation
McVeigh and the 'Problem' of Evil
Maybe I’m the only person in America who’s sick of Timothy McVeigh’s long-chinned mug. It certainly seems that way, now
Killing Time
I died last Friday. It happened just outside my doorway, in the long carpeted expanse of New Quincy’s third-floor hallway.
