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April 25, 2013

SUSURRER: At the head of the class sits a philosopher in rolled-up sleeves, a concession to the heat. His arms, white and bare in the sun, are cause for much wonder among his students, for these arms seem much too young for the face that accompanies them, that of a man of advanced years. In many a glance, one can read a single, unspoken question: does philosophy age the philosopher?

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