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2018 : WHAT IS THE LAST QUESTION?

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Nick Enfield

Professor and Chair, Department of Linguistics, University of Sydney; Author, How We Talk

The Last Question

Is the cumulation of shared knowledge forever constrained by the limits of human language?

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