One of the books I’d most like to read was never written.
In late 1929, Ludwig Wittgenstein felt the need to write his own biography. He dabbled with the idea, on and off, for a couple of years.
What he had in mind was something like Augustine’s Confessions. Wittgenstein’s word for excellence was “serious.” Confessions was perhaps the most serious book ever written.
What Wittgenstein had in mind was an examination of pivotal points in his own life. He would look at what actually happened. Then he would try to come to grips with what should have happened.
It was a spiritual exercise.
A lot of writing is like that.
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