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...have done to John Appelbaum '97 and others. And far be it for me to contort his thoughts and beliefs as he has contorted the thoughts and beliefs of others in continually getting his facts wrong. But his latest essay, which was so self-righteous as to almost be pompous, deserves a response...
...Jones just sounds pompous and elitist when he calls Gibson's speech "a mockery of the Harvard tradition." Does the tradition not allow a joke or two, and horror of horrors, even a little profanity. You're correct Mr. Jones, Gibson did not have any grand theories of wisdom or life-altering realizations, and maybe by your standards that means his speech was worthless. Well forgive me if I don't buy into your standards, but I thought Mel Gibson was generous to donate his time, and worth listening to if only because of his humor and joviality. If those...
Others students seem to insinuate they know more about the industry than the firm's representatives. These pompous students will ask questions such as "Why don't you have an office in Latin America, like Firm X?" or "Is there any reason that your firm hasn't expanded more rapidly in the last few years...
This is sad and eloquently written. It is also ugly. The trouble is not that Smith's fury lacks justification, nor even that all the novel's whites are pompous, silly do-gooders. The white, wannabe-Indian writer and the white, Indian "expert" professor whom Alexie satirizes are fair enough as stereotypes. And fairness, for that matter, is not the first requirement of a protest novel. But Alexie's tale is septic with what clearly seems to be his own unappeasable fury. He ends Smith's story by prophesying that murderous vengeance will not die; the killings will continue...
...lost heritage, he begins to kill whites, whom he picks at random. Eventually he kills himself. "The novel is sad and eloquently written," says Skow. "It is also ugly. The trouble is not that Smith's fury lacks justification, nor even that all the novel's whites are pompous, silly do-gooders. The white, wannabe-Indian writer and the white, Indian "expert" professor whom Alexie satirizes are fair enough as stereotypes. And fairness, for that matter, is not the first requirement of a protest novel. But Alexie's tale is septic with what clearly seems to be his own unappeasable...