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...myself, the world, the universe." Klebold was the follower, not the planner. Under Harris' careful direction, he learned to turn his inner pain inside out, into an insane desire to punish others. By the spring of 1999, he and Harris were both calling themselves gods. The rest of us were zombies, losers, robots, trapped in our inferior little lives by our inferior little minds. They were ready to kill. (Read "The Columbine Tapes...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Meaning Of Murder | 4/2/2009 | See Source »

What does it mean for the rest of us if he's right? Top-of-the-class M.B.A.s would have to find other careers, and pension funds and endowments would lose some money. But there's a silver lining: Among the greatest bargains in investing right now, Siguler said, are brand-name giants such as General Electric and Boeing. Private-equity firms can't afford to buy them. You and I can, a share at a time...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Private Equity, the Giant Before the Bust, Hangs On | 4/2/2009 | See Source »

...four years, the majority of us will never experience the area in its own right. Bracing ourselves against the icy February winds and trudging through the snow to class somehow cajoles us into thinking we know New England life. Sure, we can complain about the weather along with the rest of the locals—but that is where the similarity ends...

Author: By Lea J. Hachigian | Title: Beyond the Harvard Bubble | 4/2/2009 | See Source »

...campus everyday represents a very select part of New England. The overused term “Harvard bubble” comes to mind—although we know the quickest way from CVS to Felipe’s, the rarity with which we engage with the rest of the region makes it presumptuous to claim knowledge of anything past Brattle Street...

Author: By Lea J. Hachigian | Title: Beyond the Harvard Bubble | 4/2/2009 | See Source »

...bunch of Northerners in there? Wasn’t this the sort of thing they loved?It’s a good thing he took charge, directing my dazed hide to the doors. Otherwise I would’ve stood in the lobby for the rest of my life. Stunned by my great idiocy. The idiocy of rightdoing through wrongdoing. He shook his head with a smile. “Our Lord is risen.” He was clutching the handles, mashing their cool to his palms. And then he was pulling.The weighty oaks wrenched back. The congregation spilled...

Author: By Nathan D. Johnson, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: FEATURED FICTION | 4/2/2009 | See Source »

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