So I was talking with my beautiful wife about Ludwig Wittgenstein this morning, as I just heard a lecture on him in the (long) Great Ideas in Philosophy lecture series I’m working through (now, almost within 10% of completion!).
I told her how I had difficulty because every time the lecturer said his name, I’d miss a couple of lines because I’d repeat the pronunciation of the name.
“Vitgunsteen,” I repeated to her.
“Vitgunstine,” she corrected.
“It’s his progeny who pronounce it VitgunSTEEN to distance themselves from the mad doctor,” I said.
Mel Brooks mashed up with 20th century idealist philosophers.
When you see me smiling at nothing, that’s what’s going on in my head.