Moscow, Day Six. -- I spent the whole day with students and staff of the *Higher School of Economics*. The first four hours I talked to the sociologist of science, Andrey Koshanov and his colleagues, and then, for six hours, I was the guest of Daria Drozdova and the philosophy department. My talk on Wittgenstein versus Paul Boghossian on relativism went okay; the Q&A focused mainly on the political consequences of relativism. -- We went to dinner in a VERY Ukrainian restaurant, deafeningly loud singing included. But the food and the company was wonderful. I learnt so many interesting things today, I don’t know where to begin. I’ll restrict myself to two stories. -- In the Soviet era, bookshops were obliged to sell a large number of books by the party leaders. Alas, most customers were uninterested. Solution: you could buy books only in “packages” (one Tolstoy and two Brezhnevs, say). The same method was used to get rid of table-top Lenin-statues: they came in “packages” with oranges at Christmas time. -- My second story could be entitled “Cultural Catholism, the Russian way”. It has become something of a fashion amongst intellectuals critical of their government’s isolationist policies to convert to Catholism. It here stands for strong intellectual and political ties with Europe. Who would have thought? -- I am flying home early tomorrow morning. I am very happy to be reunited with my family. But I am also deeply grateful for the wonderful hospitality and intellectual stimulation I have experienced here. -- Incidentally, I hope to be going home ALONE. That is, without the little creatures who have been nibbling away at my arms and legs for the past few nights. It hasn’t been as bad as it sounds. After all, the last time I acted as pasture in this way was during our honeymoon in Lisbon. Can you imagine what that was like? Think about it. -- Over and out.