Hugs.

Thank you.

I admit I'm kind of amused by the image of assorted Oxford dons sleepily answering the knocks at their doors and trying to figure out what their colleague is apologizing for this time.

"That's nice, Ludwig."

"Ludwig, we already kind of knew."

"For God's sake, Ludwig, it's three in the morning!"

I'm sure it would have weirded out Wittgenstein that I find him adorable, but the fact remains that I frequently do.