Word: third-world
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...logic.But this activism’s meddling morality, for all of its ease, most inexcusably errs in its pride. What sort of imperialist hubris, unbefitting of our University’s commitment to moral neutrality and relativism, can claim to dictate proper political behavior to the indigenous rulers of third-world states? No conscientious man would dare defend Sudan—or Burma—and their dastardly deeds, and rightfully so. But the implications of such posturing, by intimidating investment banks, shaking down corporations, and guilt-tripping college administrators, bode extremely ill for our politics.Political solutions, no matter...
Mothers torn from their children, babies crying, arbitrary checkpoints, heavily armed guards, abusive and supercilious bureaucrats, and futile pleas for reason—a third-world refugee camp...
...Take Jacob, for instance. He was not always the grim and asexual idealist he appears to be. At one time he was a doper and a drunk idling his life away in third-world squalor. It is why Helene (Jorgen's sensual yet sensible wife, limpidly played by Sidse Babett Knudsen) long ago left him. And why she is startled to encounter him as a new self, stern and rectitudinous. It's the same way with Jorgen. Underneath his affability there is a willful and angry self-made man - and a brutality that is openly manifested in a drunken restaurant...
...naked. Your winter pastiness should be enough to have people literally throwing shirts at you. 2) Hit up the blocking day Stein Club circuit. Extra perk: free beer. 3) Start your own non-profit claiming to bring Harvard House t-shirts to third-world countries. 4) Surreptitiously sneak under the table and blow the shirt distributors. 5) Go into I-Banking. This delightfully vague Harvard classic seems to be a solution for everything. The more successful you are, the more bribes (read: t-shirts) you’ll receive. 6) Disguise yourself as a janitor and snag some tees during...
...dying was inescapable, though. Pretending otherwise, when he never did, would have been inappropriate. I chose to read from Jean Giono's The Man Who Planted Trees and The Shadow of the Sun by Ryszard Kapuscinski, the Polish journalist and author who was for decades the sole third-world correspondent for a Polish news agency. As it happened, I read too long from the former and had to forego the latter, which I regret. The passage I'd selected was the first thing I thought of after reading that Kapuscinski, 74, had died of cancer in Warsaw...