The philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein (left) would not have had to worry about his carbon footprint. His rooms in Cambridge were almost bare of furniture. He didn't mind what he ate (it's said) so long as it was always the same thing. He even became a gardener in an Austrian monastery and slept in a potting shed.
The monkish austerity of his prose style in Tractacus Logico-Philosophicus, writes Terry Eagleton, was (among other things) a reaction against a Viennese world of cream cakes and swollen bodies.
‘He took five bullets and returned to work on plankton’: the double lives
of Ukraine’s Antarctic scientists
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When the research team at Vernadsky base are not defending their homeland,
they are on the frontline of the climate crisis
When Ukraine’s Antarctic resea...
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