A friend handed me a book. It seems that's the best way to get a book. Friends tend to judge fairly well what you may get into. It was in Russian, which always means an extra effort in the beginning to switch my reading mind into "reading russian" mode. Nevertheless, it was small and so I figured I'd make an effort. It was one of those rare occasions where a book feels like it was was written for you. For me, it had so many biographical angles and in-depth and true feel view of the realities of intellectual pursuit. Read it. In greek if you can, but in english if you have no other choice.

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