Was This Necessary?
I hate people who write in books. I know that there’s a long and illustrious tradition of marginalia, from Montaigne to Coleridge to Kant, great insights can always be found on the margins. Still, I hate to find other peoples thoughts and observations scrawled along the edges of a book. For me it’s like sleeping on someone else’s unwashed sheets or having someone chew my food. For me it borders on repulsion.
So you can imagine my reaction when I checked out an old copy of Wittgenstein’s Tractatus from the UOR Library and found this on page 11.
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