Wittgenstein Jr by Lars Iyer

Author:Lars Iyer [Iyer, Lars]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-61219-377-9
Publisher: Melville House
Published: 2014-09-01T16:00:00+00:00

Warrington-Smythe blows his nose and coughs loudly. His students also cough, and also blow their noses. Crookshank rubs his bald head back and forth with both hands. Crookshank’s students rub their thick hair back and forth with both hands, making a curiously leonine effect. Knowles surreptitiously fingers his nostrils. Knowles’s students surreptitiously finger their nostrils.

Wittgenstein, meanwhile, looks out of the window. And we, too, look out of the window.

Afterwards, Ede’s rooms.

EDE: That was unbearable. Warrington-Smythe was awful!

DOYLE: Crookshank was just as bad. Actually, Crookshank was worse!

MULBERRY: Did you hear bloody Knowles? He does go on.

DOYLE: Who do you think won, Oxford or Cambridge?

MULBERRY: They were both bloody awful.

But what of Wittgenstein’s silence?, we wonder. Was it a form of instruction? Ought we somehow to learn from it?

Perhaps Wittgenstein’s just sad, I speculate. Perhaps he’s simply lost in despair.

Doyle remembers Wittgenstein’s face as cracked in woe. But Mulberry says Wittgenstein’s face was expressionless. It betrayed nothing.

His silence was like a black hole, we agree. A void in the conference. As though he sucked the occasion into himself, making it nothing. We were uneasy. What did Wittgenstein want of us, in the aftermath of Oxbridge philosophy?

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