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Life After Liquidation of the Fourth Estate
Visiting Mexico these days gives me a feeling of being a time traveler, or one of those characters in science fiction who stumbles into a parallel universe. Let me explain.
Last November I spent a very enjoyable week lecturing at another university in discussion with very bright young students in another part of Mexico-"en la pro-vincia," as I often hear Mexico City people describe any part of this great nation more than 50 kilometers from your viceregal, heliocentric metropolis. I am not exaggerating. When I met some academicians in Mexico City a few days later-none of them from Tec de Monterrey, by the way-I encountered these sorts of remarks:
"Really? You went there? In the provinces? What do they know?"