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"Sat. night." "I had a passionate afternoon, provided by North and Wittgenstein. I had arranged to walk with Wittgenstein, and felt bound to see North's race, so I took Wittgenstein to the river. North was beaten, not by much; he was rather done afterwards. The excitement and conventional importance of it was painful. North minded being beaten horribly, though he didn't show much. Wittgenstein was disgusted—said we might as well have looked on at a bull fight (I had that feeling myself), that all competition was of the devil, and so on. I was cross because North had been beaten, so I explained the necessity of competition with patient lucidity. At last we got on to other topics, and I thought it was all right, but he suddenly stood still and explained that the way we had spent the afternoon was so vile that we ought not to live, or at least he ought not, that nothing is tolerable except producing great works or enjoying those of others, that he has accomplished nothing and never will, etc.—all this with a force that nearly knocks one down.
He makes me feel like a bleating lambkin. I soothed him down at last, and came home and soothed down North. You would think I had never felt the slightest excitement over anything, but was a mere bundle of common sense. The Society have resolved to elect Wittgenstein.—I feel sure he will refuse to have anything to do with them—it is sure to be very difficult. It is all interesting but rather difficult, and it is amazing how much of one's vitality it uses up."
[North Whitehead; the Apostles.]
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