I casually stopped at a bookshop in Utrecht, The Netherlands, where I live, looking for something interesting to read on a long flight. I picked a thick book titled, ‘Ludwig Wittgenstein: the Duty of a Genius,’ a biography of Wittgenstein by Ray Monk, a British professor of philosophy. I started reading it on the long, 9-hours flight. To my surprise, I was so taken by the book that I couldn’t put it down. Like many of us I knew Wittgenstein from philosophy classes at university, very difficult to read and abstract stuff, like eating a spoonful of oats without any milk. I remember our professor who told us that we were expected to write a paper of 20 pages in length – cracking jokes like, “You guys can write it in one or two page’s, but it then has to be on a Wittgenstein level.” I never expected that reading about his life would..