Mopping up a few notes from my reading of Cheryl Misak’s biography of Frank Ramsey … and came across one gem that should rival Wittgenstein’s Poker.
She gives us Wittgenstein’s Bath Mat.
Others, including Anthony Gottlieb’s review in the New Yorker, also highlight this little story:
“Lettice [Frank’s widow] and Wittgenstein stayed on friendly terms after Ramsey died, until one day she threw out his old bathmat and, outraged, he cut her off. As she remarked, he made ‘a moral issue out of absolutely everything.'”
(Actually, a bloody good review that, from Gottlieb,
as you’d expect. Worth reading in its own right.)