Advice for a Young Investigator

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This is a book that any PhD student should read. Really. If you are a philosopher, just bear with Cajals' impatience for the worst side of our discipline, expressed in the initial pages. After all, we have called it upon ourselves. The rest is a pure gem, beautifully written, remarkably insightful and as relevant today as it was at the beginning of last century. The mark of a great mind.

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  1. DeanThu Jul 09, 05:48:00 am

    Enjoy reading you blog, butt...

    It'd be great if you wouldn't the primary link for an article only in your post title. This makes it hard to click through for those of us using many (most?) RSS readers (e.g. Google Reader). Thanks.

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  2. Luciano FloridiThu Jul 09, 11:37:00 am

    Silly of me, good advice, thank you, I will follow it from now on.

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