Wittgenstein's Mistress

Here lies one whose name was writ in water	Ludwig Wittgenstein	There were only twelve raindrops, she counted them on the windshield under heavy soft skies	Living alone, one is apt to prefer a view of water
I felt as calm as the day outside. My footsteps were certain below the neutral sky. I wished there were someone watching.	Wittgenstein and ethics beyond philosophy	Midnight's Children	Calling oneself a poet
approval rating	Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus	Parmenides	Aslan
The Distance to Here	Wittgenstein's Poker

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