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A team is from somewhere. Owners sell, players leave, but the place and the fans make up the fabric of the team.

Skidelsky’s expertise is on full display as he tells the story of the impact of machines on the human condition.

Her heartfelt lament may sound like despair, and in a way it is, save for a crucial difference.

Without the Incarnation, the philosopher’s death remains incomplete.

There is something life-giving about rooting oneself in a single community—about investing ourselves in a mutual fund, so to speak.

The rift isn’t just about politics. It’s about pace, and place, and respect.

Matthew Crawford points out that much new technology today only adds layers of friction rather than actually solving a problem.

They, for the first time, saw each other’s faces. They shook hands. They gave each other cigarettes, beer, champagne. Exchanged buttons from their coats. One German gave an English soldier…

Holden Caulfield, the 16-year-old “hero” of The Catcher in the Rye, goes to the park mentally or physically on seven separate occasions in the course of the relatively short novel.

Despite the surplus of enchantment discourse these days, the excellent parts of the book are indeed excellent.

Mine is not a left-wing voice of animal rights idealism or return-to-the-land idyllicism. This is just plain old real science.

In Oklahoma, the nature many of us live so close to is a different thing from the concept of “nature” we have internalized.

A happy life is not something out there in the future. It’s not something you make, even.

Bianca Bosker dives into the weird and disturbing world of making creatures.

You have to cut through the glitzy, loud elements—the carnival rides and the tractor pulls and the cotton candy—to see the heart of the fair...

If we are serious about sustainability, we need to rethink where and how we apply pressure.

Friendship is a fulfillment of our nature: the recognition that loving another for their own sake is, paradoxically, itself essential to our own flourishing.

"In fact, MacIntyre’s work is extreme, but we live in extreme times."

We live under the impression that we can do for the human community and the individual human soul what physicists have done with the atom.

He decides to write about his experience. Two earlier novels were dismal affairs. But now in 1927, over the course of a few months, he fills each page with pain…

For most people, that’s where their focus on their image ends—they’ve made themselves presentable. But for some, that morning routine was only the beginning.

Impressed by this unusual way of cultivating community in a city—NYC, that is—known for its “alone together” anonymity, I decided to reach out

In quiet Ottawa County, Michigan, a water crisis is not merely brewing—it is already here.

“Remembering Alasdair MacIntyre (1929-2025).” Christopher Kaczor remembers the life and legacy of his teacher: “I have never met, nor do I ever expect to meet, a philosopher as fascinating as…