Wittgenstein Page #5
- Year:
- 1993
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Do you understand what I'm saying?
(Like a toff) Yes.
Yes, I'd like that very much. Yes, Wednesday.
Oh, does that suit you?
It suits me fine, yes.
Yes. I thought so, yes.
Yes, he was. Really?
Oh, Bertie? Yes, I know, yes, yes.
For many years, yes.
(Normal voice) Christ!
Professor, you once said the Tractatus
had solved all the problems of philosophy.
Yes.
So I thought at the time.
What I meant was that I tried to show
the sort of things that philosophy could say,
and these aren't really important.
What's much more important
is all the things it can't articulate.
Doesn't cut the mustard, philosophy?
- You think.
- That's right.
So I thought at the time.
In fact, I still think so, but for different reasons.
Now, talking about your more recent work,
the Philosophical Investigations and so on.
That's right. In this later work I abandoned
the idea that language is a sort of picture.
That's just a misleading metaphor.
I mean, you might say that the word "handbag"
is a picture of a handbag.
But what about words like "hello",
"perhaps", "oh, hell",
what do they give us a picture of?
So how would you now define the relationship
between language and the world?
Oh, in lots of different ways.
My mistake had been to think that
there was only one way of talking at stake here.
I came to see that there are
lots of different things we do with language.
Different language games, as I call them.
And the meaning of the word is just the way
it's used in a particular language game.
And what do you now believe
the task of philosophy to be?
Philosophical puzzles arise because we tend
to mix up one language game with another.
For example, people puzzle over
the nature of something they call the "soul".
But this may just be because they're thinking
of the soul along the lines of a physical object.
They're confusing
one way of talking with another.
The job of philosophy
is to sort out these language games?
Exactly.
They're all perfectly in order as they are.
Philosophy in no sense can question them.
Philosophy leaves everything exactly as it is.
Professor Wittgenstein,
you've been associated with the argument
that there can't be a private language.
Could you explain this a little?
What I mean is this,
we learn to use words,
because we belong to a culture.
A form of life.
A practical way of doing things.
In the end, we speak as we do,
because of what we do.
And all this is a properly public affair.
Philosophers in the tradition of Descartes
start from the lonely self,
brooding over its private sensations.
I want to overturn this centuries-old model.
I want to start from our culture,
our shared practical life together,
and look at what we think and feel,
and say it in these public terms.
Professor, thank you very much.
Not again, Ludwig.
You've spent your entire life running away.
I'm serious, Maynard.
Where to this time?
Norway? Vienna?
Swansea?
What's wrong with the Soviet Union?
The place is one enormous labour camp.
There's nothing wrong with labour.
There is if they shoot you for not doing it.
I want to give up teaching philosophy
and concentrate on my book.
Why not do it in Cambridge, and be paid?
I'm going to Ireland to live by the sea.
In Ireland they shoot you if you work.
Oh, Ludwig.
I know,
I'm a complete bloody disaster.
We love you.
(Waves lap gently)
Dr Wittgenstein.
Oh, you're here. Good.
At last.
You couldn't have chosen a more remote place.
Well, how's the work on your book?
Creeping along.
That means you've penned a masterpiece.
What's the news from the doctor?
- It's not good, I'm afraid.
- I hope it's not anything serious.
Last week I saw a specialist in Dublin.
I have cancer of the prostate.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It responds well to hormone treatment
at early stages.
Don't think I'm afraid of dying.
It's death that gives life its meaning and shape.
You can take me back to Cambridge.
I don't want to die here.
Any time you like.
You know,
I'd quite like to have composed a philosophical
work which consisted entirely of jokes.
Why didn't you?
Sadly, I didn't have a sense of humour.
Let me tell you a little story.
There was once a young man who dreamed
of reducing the world to pure logic.
Because he was a very clever young man,
When he'd finished his work,
It was beautiful.
A world purged
of imperfection and indeterminacy.
Countless acres of gleaming ice
stretching to the horizon.
So the clever young man looked around the
world he'd created and decided to explore it.
He took one step forward
and fell flat on his back.
You see, he'd forgotten about friction.
The ice was smooth and level and stainless.
But you couldn't walk there.
So the clever young man sat down
and wept bitter tears.
But as he grew into a wise old man,
he came to understand that
roughness and ambiguity aren't imperfections,
they're what make the world turn.
He wanted to run and dance.
And the words
and things scattered upon the ground
were all battered
and tarnished and ambiguous.
The wise old man
saw that that was the way things were.
But something in him
was still homesick for the ice,
where everything was radiant and absolute
and relentless.
Though he had come to like
the idea of the rough ground,
he couldn't bring himself to live there.
So now he was marooned
between earth and ice, at home in neither.
And this was the cause of all his grief.
MOZART:
Rondo in A Minor, K511Hail Chromodynamics, Lord of Quantum.
This is Quark, Charm and Strangeness
reporting.
Concerning the philosopher
Ludwig Wittgenstein deceased.
The solution to the riddle of life
in space and time
But as you know and I know,
there are no riddles.
If a question can be put at all,
it can also be answered.
CSAR FRANCK:
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