WITTGENSTEIN IN
TEN MINUTES
There's nothing in this box but silence and these
intellectuals, self-proclaimed, make me laugh.
The audience is in the stands where the tuba and
accordians play, the decibels are merciful. Give
thanks for that today. I have heaved an entire
Salvation Army band out the window, for
such irony makes me queasy
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'The limits of my language mean the limits
of my world.' All of that for this, as they say
at the racetrack window : men with parted
hair, men who can hardly really speak at all.
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'I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty
sure that it's not in order to enjoy ourselves.'
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