From Chrissy Philp
Regarding the health costs of excessive sitting (29 June, p 44), what’s this obsession with living as if there will be no end? If I spend all my time moving, as suggested, will I also find time to create something of lasting value?
Shakespeare’s sonnet number 74 says it all: “But be contented when that fell arrest / Without all bail shall carry me away, / My life hath in this line some interest, / Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.”
From Tim Jackson
Using the figures in your article, I estimate that my decades-long subscription to New Scientist has shortened my life by about a month. Perhaps you should put a health warning on the cover.
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