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If you are going to deal with the issue of health in the modern world, you are going to have to deal with much absurdity.
By Wendell BerryMarch 2018In an age when young men, setting out on a career of journalism, must find their niche in some huge newspaper or magazine combine, I am a wholly independent newspaperman, standing alone, without organizational or party backing, beholden to no one but my good readers. I am even one up on Benjamin Franklin — I do not accept advertising.
By I.F. StoneFebruary 2018After damning politicians up hill and down dale for many years, as rogues and vagabonds, frauds and scoundrels, I sometimes suspect that, like everyone else, I often expect too much of them.
By H.L. MenckenJanuary 2018Government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
By Abraham LincolnDecember 2017There are few of us now, soon There will be none. We were comrades Together, we believed we Would see with our own eyes the new World where man was no longer Wolf to man, but men and women Were all brothers and lovers Together. We will not see it.By Kenneth RexrothNovember 2017
What can they do
to you? Whatever they want.
Once upon a time there was an abbot of a monastery who was very good friends with the rabbi of a local synagogue. It was Europe, and times were hard. . . .
By Megan McKennaSeptember 2017It is a unique sound. A cell door has no handle, either outside or inside. It cannot be shut except by being slammed. It is made of massive steel and concrete, about four inches thick, and every time it falls to there is a resounding crash just as though a shot has been fired. But this report dies away without an echo. Prison sounds are echoless and bleak.
By Arthur KoestlerJuly 2017Once a certain scribe stood up and said, “Rabbi, what must I do to gain eternal life?”
By Stephen MitchellJune 2017Many years ago there was an Emperor so exceedingly fond of new clothes that he spent all his money on being well dressed. He cared nothing about reviewing his soldiers, going to the theater, or going for a ride in his carriage, except to show off his new clothes.
By Hans Christian AndersenMay 2017Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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