>Wittgenstein’s response to me was humiliating, and his response to female students who tried to attend his lectures was even worse. If a woman appeared in the audience, he would remain standing silent until she left the room.
Hahahahahahahahahaha!!! Witty knows what's up. Yet /lit/ pathetically tries to pretend that literature can be worthwhile when it's saturated with females.
WE'VE GONE THROUGH THIS. Women are the sexually in demand sex and will therefore NOT be incentivised to work hard in areas that require results / risk / standards of work that can be objectively judged. Women in any field is a sign of its deterioration. Go and do something worthwhile such as pure mathematics, brain surgery, garbage collection, theoretical physics, etc
>Was he autistic?
No, but he definitely has SOME autistic traits.
>Do you think he ever got to score some pussy?
We know for a fact that he did. His sexual relations with women, when he was in highschool, were part of his 'Confessions' that he made to his friends after dropping the idea of writing a book with the very same theme.
>Hahahahahahahahahaha!!! Witty knows what's up.
Hey there meme™ brother Don't you just LOVE philosophy memes™? My favorite is probably Stiner, he is sooo spooky xD But the Spurdos are bretty good, too, rite? Hahahahahahahahaha!!
keep on memeing™ my friend
because who gives a FUCK about BOOKS and READING, right?
>Leibniz was somewhat mean about money. When any young lady at the court of Hanover married, he used to give her what he called a 'wedding present', consisting of useful maxims, ending up with the advice not to give up washing now that she had secured a husband. History does not record whether the brides were grateful.
-Bertrand "Cuck Specialist" Russell
"Love as a relation between men and women was ruined by the desire to make sure of the legitimacy of children." -- Bertie "To Be Cucked is Divine" Russell
You ain't kiddin
>open relationships are good
Why get remarried so many times then Bert?
It seems arguing his points with women and worshipping the consistency of universal logic and universal equality leads to pacifism -- which really just translates to exposing your belly for a stronger beast not to attack it.
>Despite Sjögren’s disapproval, Wittgenstein and Marguerite began to see each other almost daily. While she was in Vienna, Marguerite attended the art school, and after her lessons would go to the Kundmanngasse building site to meet Wittgenstein. They would then go together to the cinema to see a Western, and eat together at a café a simple meal consisting of eggs, bread and butter and a glass of milk. It was not quite the style to which she was accustomed. And it required a certain degree of courage for a respectable and fashionable young lady like herself to be seen out with a man dressed, as Wittgenstein invariably was, in a jacket worn at the elbows, an open-neck shirt, baggy trousers and heavy boots. He was, moreover, nearly twice her age. She would on occasion prefer the company of younger, more fashionable, men like Thomas Stonborough and Talle Sjögren. This both puzzled and angered Wittgenstein. ‘Why’, he would demand, ‘do you want to go out with a young thing like Thomas Stonborough?’
>What is surprising here is, not that he could not speak lightly of marriage, but that he could speak of it at all. He was at this time writing regularly and frequently, sometimes daily, to Marguerite, but it was not until about two years later that she realized he intended to make her his wife, and when she did, she beat a hasty retreat. Though flattered by his attention, and over-awed by the strength of his personality, Marguerite did not see in Wittgenstein the qualities she wished for in a husband.
>Towards the end of 1929 Wittgenstein might have gained some hint of Marguerite’s ambivalence about their relationship, and of her doubts about marrying him, when, shortly after he arrived in Vienna to spend Christmas with her and with his family, she announced that she no longer wished to kiss him. Her feelings for him, she explained, were not of the appropriate kind. Wittgenstein did not take the hint. In his diary notes he does not pause to reflect on her feelings, but dwells, rather, on his own. He found it painful, he admitted, but at the same time he was not unhappy about it.
>Wittgenstein’s remarks on Jewishness, like his projected autobiography, were essentially confessional, and both seem in some way linked to the ‘sacred’ union he had planned for himself and Marguerite. They coincide with the year in which his intention to marry Marguerite was pursued with its greatest earnestness. Early in the summer he invited Marguerite to Norway, to prepare, as he thought, for their future life together. He intended, however, that they should spend their time separately, each taking advantage of the isolation to engage in serious contemplation, so that they would be spiritually ready for the new life that was to come.
>The visit to Norway may have put an end to any idea there might have been of Wittgenstein’s marrying Marguerite, but it did not (or not immediately) result in a breaking off of friendship.
You can tell this was Russell even before reading the thread, the pure cuckness comes through.
LMAO at someone who likes letting his wife get slammed by anyone talking about "humiliating".
In reality Witti probably told some loud bitch to get out and when she didn't he just looked at her and waited.