To my readers: This is two thousand words long, and no, it is not a paper I wrote that I’m posting. This is original, and is meant as a blog post. All the passages that are pertinent are listed in the text below, even if they are a bit out of order, and can be …
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About Ashok
I am a graduate student in political science at the University of Dallas who thinks the media is dumb for the most part, yet am immersed myself. I am looking to break my addiction, and this blog is part of the solution: Why not try to see what the past can tell us about the present, as opposed to seeing what the present has to say about the present only?
Currently residing in Cherry Hill, NJ. Facebook. Contact me.
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OK, I’m sold. What should I read here?
- Analysis of The Gettysburg Address: Is Democracy Feasible?
- Analysis of Lincoln’s “Second Inaugural:” Where do American virtues lie?
- Commentary on the Book of Jonah
- On “Batman Begins”
- From Love to God: On Hopkins’ “As Kingfishers Catch Fire”
- On Emily Dickinson’s “These are the days when birds come back…”
- The Coming Age: Macbeth and the Birth of the Modern World
- On Polemarchus: Commentary on the Republic of Plato, 331d-336a
- A Reading of Plato’s “Crito”
- Towards a Nietzschean Understanding of Politics: Notes on “The Case of Wagner”
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“That Time of Year,” Indeed: Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73 as an Introduction to New Criticism
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