I was about to defend my machismo, but then I noticed that all of those guys are wearing shirts I own. Who the hell raided my closet and shipped the goods back in time to Rotterdam?
and what's this naked man doing in my bed?
I wonder if I can work this site into an essay about Galton and Wittgenstein.
Make sure to mention that bit in the 400s where W says "you can say 'bring me milk' and you can say 'bring me sugar' but you cannot say 'milk me sugar.'"
Indeed you can, my good park-trolling man.
No, I don't have a citation for that, either.
Now I am tempted to ask: what if a cow were genetically engineered to produce milk from its udder?
what if a cow were genetically engineered to produce milk from its udder?
It would be the least impressive scientific feat ever.
Of course what I MEANT to write was "sugar from its udder".
Well yeah, that would be pretty cool, but not the same creepy cool of genetically engineering goats to harvest spider silk from their milk. Dunno how you relate that to Wittgenstein, though.