Sometimes I am struck by the mechanical appearance of people riding on my bus, and this sensation takes the expression: “I am going to vomit all over my shoes!” We may find it queer that the expression “I am going to vomit all over my shoes” can have the same logical exactness as “What you gonna do with all that junk? All that junk inside that trunk? I’m’a get, get, get, get you drunk. Get you love drunk off my hump [Yeah!]” What must be accepted is a form of life. Some philosophers may not understand this. (Philosophers are all wankers, so to speak.)
This reminds me of the time I read some Wittgenstein and almost had a stroke.