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What advantage would someone have over me who knew a direct route from blue to yellow?
All right. I failed my Wittgenstein save. Let's try this again.
(I seem to have agreed to invent a Wittgenstein drink, although all I know is about it is that it must contain a maraschino cherry in honor of Carmen Miranda and cannot contain anything in honor of all the instant coffee he used to drink. I must research.)
c/o Rhees
96 Bryn Rd.
Swansea
8.9.45
Dear Norman,
You're terrific!—Thanks a lot for the mags. It's nice getting a parcel from you, not only because of its contents.
The one way in which the ending of Lend-Lease really hits me is by producing a shortage of detective mags in this country. I can only hope Lord Keynes will make this quite clear in Washington. For I say: if the U.S.A. won't give us detective mags we can't give them philosophy, & so America will be the loser in the end. See?—I'm still in Swansea & enjoying my absence from Cambridge. My work isn't going well; partly because I've contracted some trouble with one of my kidneys. Nothing serious, but it makes me jumpy & bad tempered. (I've always got some excuse.)—The other day I read Johnson's 'Life of Pope' & liked it very much. As soon as I get to Cambridge I'm going to send you a little book 'Prayers & Meditations' by Johnson. You may not like it at all,—on the other hand you may. I do.
This is all for now. Most of this page & the next page I will leave free in case you want to make any notes. I hope to see you before very long! Good luck! Thanks again!
Affectionately,
Ludwig
. . . I am going to read my magazines.
(I seem to have agreed to invent a Wittgenstein drink, although all I know is about it is that it must contain a maraschino cherry in honor of Carmen Miranda and cannot contain anything in honor of all the instant coffee he used to drink. I must research.)
c/o Rhees
96 Bryn Rd.
Swansea
8.9.45
Dear Norman,
You're terrific!—Thanks a lot for the mags. It's nice getting a parcel from you, not only because of its contents.
The one way in which the ending of Lend-Lease really hits me is by producing a shortage of detective mags in this country. I can only hope Lord Keynes will make this quite clear in Washington. For I say: if the U.S.A. won't give us detective mags we can't give them philosophy, & so America will be the loser in the end. See?—I'm still in Swansea & enjoying my absence from Cambridge. My work isn't going well; partly because I've contracted some trouble with one of my kidneys. Nothing serious, but it makes me jumpy & bad tempered. (I've always got some excuse.)—The other day I read Johnson's 'Life of Pope' & liked it very much. As soon as I get to Cambridge I'm going to send you a little book 'Prayers & Meditations' by Johnson. You may not like it at all,—on the other hand you may. I do.
This is all for now. Most of this page & the next page I will leave free in case you want to make any notes. I hope to see you before very long! Good luck! Thanks again!
Affectionately,
Ludwig
. . . I am going to read my magazines.
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I'm sorry for the failed save. I wish you luck with the drink concocting.
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Made me laugh. Who knew depressive philosophers had such a great sense of humor.
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Well, that's an interesting blackmail threat! Wittgenstein certainly had a good sense of humour. I wonder what he might have made of Douglas Adams' striking philosophers?
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It is top-heavy with fruit, though.
In re Wittgencocktailstein, you could use chicory syrup against a maraschino (like, the liqueur) base to make a red-and-black-stripe pousse-cafe kind of thing; garnish with inordinate amounts of the Unspeakable Fruitlike Things and a nice fan-cut slice of roasted pineapple. And then try not to drink it.
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Keeping instant coffee out of the drink is a choice I endorse.
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It is a very pleasant pineapple.
(Oh, God. That's what Wittgenstein's drink is going to be called. I'm so sorry.)
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Always happy to be of service, miss. *hat tip*
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Sometimes people send you magazines.
I'm sorry for the failed save. I wish you luck with the drink concocting.
Thank you. It would help if I knew more about the actual theory and practice of mixed drinks . . .
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"This Is a Very Pleasant Pineapple."
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There are reasons I'm very fond of him when his tiny shoulder avatar is not making my life a stress-basket!
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Have we catalogued the THSPs (Tiny Historical Shoulder Persons) at this point? I don't know if there's anyone to serve as balm to TRH, and I don't want to wish you T. A. M. T. to go with T. Witt, because I think that would be explosively combustive and your head is between your shoulders...
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In any case, I support the idea of a Wittgenstein drink. If I still had the Playboy Cocktail Guide, you could have my copy--probably the same basic recipes as the Savoy book, plus a lot of cartoon women in thigh-high tights and very little else, but it might have ideas of its own.
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He was a weirdly endearing man. It made up for the depressed, depressing, and difficult.
I wonder what he might have made of Douglas Adams' striking philosophers?
I'm sorry; I need context. I've only read The Hitchhiker's Guide.
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Feel free to introduce it!
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He loved movies, especially American musicals. You knew you were one of his favored students if he invited you to come to "a flick" with him after his lectures, which he generally left in a state of agitation and despair—he would buy a pork pie on the way, plunk himself down in the front row and watch until his head cleared. I believe he also liked Westerns. But his favorite actresses were Carmen Miranda and Betty Hutton.
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No; I think they're proliferating.
I don't know if there's anyone to serve as balm to TRH, and I don't want to wish you T. A. M. T. to go with T. Witt, because I think that would be explosively combustive and your head is between your shoulders...
Eh, I think I've had him since high school.
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"Whom would that inconvenience?"
in the first novel. Arthur sees a reconstruction, courtesy of Slartibartfast.
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Well, duh. Tiny Bryher.
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UNLESS I HAVE TO FIGHT YOU FOR HER FIRST.
—must remember they can bilocate—
READ THIS STUFF.
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SHARESIES.
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DEAL.
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Indeed.
Thank you. It would help if I knew more about the actual theory and practice of mixed drinks . . .
You're welcome. I wish I knew more about it, myself. I'm drinking a Stone Fence right now, myself--a glass of cider with 3/4 ounce of whisky mixed in.
I'm still deciding what I think of it.
The cider is a bottle of Magner's AKA Bulmer's which I unearthed from the pantry and which is probably there some few years, and the whisky is from a bottle of Chivas blended Scotch that someone gave my father ages ago. I should probably try this again sometime with a different cider and a different spirit.
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(I am not a philanderer -- I am soundly legshackled and I went into it all awares -- but I am a moody old thing and my self-hatred is legion. And I am an invert. Which she was. Read her stuff. She'll tell ya! In depressing, depressing code.)