One person’s (very personal) journey towards Epicureanism
When I was seven years old I was sent to a boarding school. There I was cheek by jowl with the other little boys, sharing ice-cold baths in the morning and crammed into small rooms with eight other boys, teasing and being teased. There was no privacy whatsoever. On to the next school at 13, which …
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