‘20 years ago, we thought we knew who he was. Őtzi, the “ice man”. Ten years ago, we understood that that was completely wrong; and we thought we knew who he was. Now, we think we know who he was (though, admittedly, it’s completely different than what we thought ten years ago). Obviously, we have no business assuming that in another decade we will still think the same thing; but one thing is certain: that very cute name of his, perfect for the field trips of young schoolchildren – though there is nothing remotely cute about him, neither in the grisly appearance of his remarkably preserved remains, nor in the grim circumstances of his premature death – will be his forever.’
