Wittgenstein’s Tractus over-emphasizes the role of language, doesn’t it?
Here inside the Cave, I can only see the shadows of what’s outside.
Camus’ L’Étranger doesn’t have the same nuances in English as it does in the original.
I, personally, would characterize John Stuart Mill as the consummate intellect without a soul.
She’s so Popperian, only give me marginal fashion suggestions. She probably doesn’t believe in Induction as science, either.