"A starved, decaying thing, [analytic philosophy] paces obsessively around even the smallest scrap of anima:

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent. (Tractatus 7)

Reasonable Wittgenstein scholars tear their hair out at the prolific misapplication of this quote. Fergus Kerr once remarked to me that he wished Wittgenstein had never written it, and that he's sure a living Wittgenstein would think the same. But can we blame our hated post-positivist brothers and sisters? With so little license to speak of ethics, such shrinking ground on which to stake a politics, can we blame their retreat into mysticism and/or scientism?"