Charles Pinches

On the day after World AIDS Day, the displays that blocked the way into the main door of the student center lie on their sides, somewhat torn and soiled, ready for disposal. I read the names and brief biographies of some of the very many who have died with the dread disease. The last line in each . . . . Continue Reading »

By the time we begin part III in Martha Nussbaum’s brilliant The Fragility of Goodness (1986), it is clear to us that she—and we, if we have found parts I and II compelling—is searching for something. We perhaps cannot say precisely what this is, but we have some general idea. We seek . . . . Continue Reading »