Julian barbour cuts an unlikely figure for a radical. We sip afternoon tea at his farmhouse in the sleepy English village of South Newington, and he playfully quotes Faust: That I may understand whatever binds the world's innermost core together, see all its workings, and its seeds. His love of Goethe's classic poem, about a scholar who sells his soul to the devil in exchange for unlimited knowledge, is apropos.
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