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Joshua M. Sharfstein

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The Vanitas of Veritas

V ANITY OF VANITIES, sayeth the graduating senior, all is vanity. What profit hath students of all the labor which

A Globetrotter Eyes the Road to Home

M ORE THAN ONE Radcliffe senior has had trouble communicating with her parents this year. But only one can blame

Conservatives' Abortion Wrongs

C ONGRESSIONAL DEBATE over abortion tends to boil down to "women" versus "babies." On one side are the liberal appeals

An Unhealthy Secrecy

C AMPUS ENVIRONMENTAL ACTIVISTS love to raise students' awareness about global ecological issues. Ecolympics raises awareness of the national need

Ad Hominem Attack

F ROM THE MOMENT I saw the word "beloved," I knew something was fishy. My parents have never used that

Harvard's Terms of Engagement

Y OU'RE WHAT? My roommate and his girlfriend smiled as the room started to spin. Engaged? As in, engaged to

HPT 143 Safari Sagoodi Is Pretty Darn Goodi

T HE RECIPE is simple enough: Combine one part humor with three parts bombast, mix in a double dose of

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Editor's Note: Joshua M. Sharfstein was supposed to write an opinion piece for today. Instead, the Social Studies concentrator selfishly

One Pre-Med's Journey Into the Twilight Zone

I naively expected that interviewing for medical school would be a cross between the PBS science series "Nova" and the

Why Are `Good Men' Hard to Find?

W HEN a line from Adolph Hitler's Mein Kampf appeared in the Dartmouth Review's masthead on Yom Kippur, conservatives across

Consider the Alternatives: A War in the Gulf Isn't Necessary

P RESIDENT Bush is "tired." Tired, he says, of waiting for Saddam Hussein to surrender unconditionally and withdraw all Iraqi

On the Road Again

S OME people love Thanksgiving for the food. Not me. Others love Thanksgiving for the family. Not me. I love

'Redskins, I Hail Thee Again'

I bet you thought they couldn't do it. Down 21 points with 10 minutes left in the third quarter, the

A Cold Night in Hell

I T WAS cold in my room last night. Very cold. In fact, it was so cold that my books

Who Killed Mrs. Jones?

O N SEPTEMBER 10, Patricia Jones, 63, of Washington D.C. complained to her children of chest pains and shortness of

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