"Then he [Wittgenstein] stumbled across the gangster films of James Cagney and Humphrey Bogart...

>"Then he [Wittgenstein] stumbled across the gangster films of James Cagney and Humphrey Bogart, which he voraciously consumed and obsessed over. He began to wear a vintage 1920s fedora along with a ridiculous pinstripe-suit everywhere he went, and assimilated odd expressions into his everyday speech. He acquired the habit of declaring, “It’ll be curtains for you!” whenever someone angered him or "Jeepers, fellas!, it's the cops!" every time we happened to pass a policeman's car or saw an officer patrolling the streets. He even went so far as to set up a moonshine still and began bootlegging the liquor, convinced of the surreptitious procedure of the operation. Of course, the authorities knew about it but they decided to humor the eminent philosopher since the whole affair was entirely innocuous, and I myself was happy to see my friend toiling so judiciously at something besides that tortuous logic of his. Though the enterprise did turn out to be severely nerve-wracking for him, since while he worked at the still in the basement every little creak or unexpected voice would send him into an alarmed exclamation of, "Jeepers, fellas!, it's the cops!" and he’d dash around to hide the moonshine apparatus. My wife informed me that the few bottles of moonshine she bought from him, mostly out of pity, were dreadful." -Norman Malcolm, in Ludwig Wittgenstein: A Memoir (1966), p. 63

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>Though the enterprise did turn out to be severely nerve-wracking for him, since while he worked at the still in the basement every little creak or unexpected voice would send him into an alarmed exclamation of, "Jeepers, fellas!, it's the cops!"
I read this in an austrian accent and now my sides are gone

I genuinely believed the orangutan story when you first posted it

fuck im dying

kek

Conclusive evidence that it was not the German spirit or the breakdown of language, but the pernicious influence of jazz and the wets that killed analytic philosophy. Quite sobering.

Keep up the good work friend

I missed it, what was the orangutan story

I like how these anecdotes have gone from typical, but amusing Wittgenstein foibles to the merry adventures of an autistic retard and his caretakers.

Fuck, this is the best one yet! My fucking sides!