I now wish that lived together with someone. To see a human face in the morning. – On the other hand, I have now become so soft, that it would perhaps be good for me to have to live alone. Am now extraordinarily contemptible. I have the feeling that I am now perhaps not entirely without ideas, but that the solitude will make me depressed, making it impossible to work. I am afraid that all my thoughts would die in my house.
Wittgenstein, in his notebooks during a stay in Norway.