Ignorance falling into ignorance. Ignorance redoubled, and lost in ignorance: that's what happens when we converse. Oh, how different it should have been!
W. has always been ready to imbibe wisdom – he's listened out; he's gone from thinker to thinker; he's read, of course – he's read whole libraries. And he's even ready to impart it – doesn't he associate more than usually with the young? – isn't he ready with explanation and encouragement?
Above all, however, he's dreamt of a conversation of peers, of a redoubled movement of imbibing and imparting. Hasn't he dreamt of a conversation which, passing from one to the other, would move thought forward?
We're hinderers of thought, W. says. We trip it up, humiliate it. There's thought, flat on the floor. There it is, drunk as we are drunk and throwing up over the side of the bridge …
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