Thursday, April 02, 2009

Via 3quarksdaily and the New Yorker, this little snippet of a story about the philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein and his brother, the one-armed concert pianist Paul Wittgenstein...

One day, when Paul was practicing at one of the seven grand pianos in their winter home, the Palais Wittgenstein, he leaped up and shouted at his brother Ludwig in the room next door, “I cannot play when you are in the house, as I feel your skepticism seeping towards me from under the door!”