A society sometimes devours its young, that is, its brightest and most promising.
In Thackeray’s vision, Maharashtra belongs to the Marathis alone, and all other residents are invaders.
The dangers inherent in protests and clashes with the police are offset by this strange utopian element.
I sometimes think of the activist world as being like the jianghu of Chinese-language martial arts novels.
In a time when academia is increasingly globalized and yet increasingly insular, what is a university for?
In the absence of concrete facts, frightful rumors flourish.
He cast fellow Serbian nationalists as victims and heroes, and himself a great patriot defending the kingdom.
History takes place in language before it manifests itself in events.