Uncle and Aunt history read together by the hearth
Tonight its Wittgenstein’s notebook
“Ethics and aesthetics are one”
“No one should believe this,” Uncle says
“I think he was reading Keats,” Auntie says
A big wind howls outside their house
Their rude little house—ugly really
“Look,” says Uncle
“Philosophy is not a body of doctrine but an activity.”
Like Lear and his fool
They go out into the storm
Shaking their cadaverous fists
Planet of the Blind 