Wittgenstein's Nephew: a Friendship
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In 1967, my friend Paul Wittgenstein (nephew of the famous philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein) and I were living in a hospital in Vienna at the same time, me being treated for a lung disease and he being treated for psychiatry. I don't think it was a coincidence that we were suddenly hospitalized at the same time and once again nearing the end of our lives. But I also don't let this fact carry too much fate. I was in the Hermann ward, and the thought of my friend Paul in the Ludwig ward made me feel less lonely. I am not going to deceive myself anymore, I am not going to beautify anything, there is nothing that can be beautified, what is going on non-stop in this society and this world is to beautify everything, and in the most disgusting way.
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