What a wonderful thing, in a way, that New Zealand treated Karl Popper rather sheepishly.
Had the young Austrian refugee been greeted with open academic arms when he first arrived in 1938, he might never have gone on to become internationally celebrated, the twentieth century could have missed out on one its most glittering works of political philosophy, and the churning months of 2020 would be short of a highly useful text.
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