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.
Bugging devices: the astounding ways insects are talking and listening all
around us
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From spiders tuning their silken listening tools, to the beetle’s heady
perfume, hundreds of conversations are happening in languages we don’t
understand...
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