From today's online Harvard Crimson —
"I open my textbook to page 48, where I’m greeted by
the Russian word for 'hopeless' in bold typeface.
I chuckle, and my Russian teacher throws me a look
of concern. For a moment, I contemplate telling her
the truth: that I find the word 'hopeless' funny, that
I find entertainment in life’s small, meaningless ironic
miseries. I open my mouth, only to mutter 'ничего,'
the Russian word for 'nothing.' As she turns to face
the blackboard, I silently laugh in my head;
sometimes dark humor is best enjoyed alone."
— Nathan L. Williams ’18,
a Government concentrator in Mather House.
Sometimes not.
