Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change,
into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell,
Ding Dong.
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong bell.
Friday, June 11, 2010
The Lost Art of Democratic Debate
Michael Sandel discusses about how we should talk about justice, looking at PGA Tour, Inc. v. Martin, the case in which a disabled golfer wanted an accommodation allowing him to move between holes on a golf cart.
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