Wittgenstein's Mistress by David Markson, Steven Moore Page A

is a manner of speaking in which I was not doing that at all.
    The road one takes to the town being naturally also the road one takes away from the town, and it is in that opposite direction that the house can be seen from my upper rear window.
    Possibly I did not really need to make that distinction.
    In any case my failure to locate the road eventually began to become a wholly new sort of perplexity in my existence.
    Unquestionably there has got to be a road leading to that house, I more than once said to myself.
    Still, no matter how many times I drove back and forth, I was not able to locate it.
    One morning I finally determined to make a major project out of doing so, for all that I was convinced I had put an end to such things as major projects.
    Today I am going to locate the road leading to that house no matter what, was what I finally determined.
    How I had been looking before this was in the pickup truck, as I have said. How I decided to do so that morning was by walking directly through the woods to the house.
    And naturally by this identical procedure I will have also walked directly to the road, being what I obviously now had in mind.
    Indeed, I had been just enough distracted by the entire proposition so that the logic in this notion delighted me.
    In fact what I additionally told myself was, as quickly as I getto the house I will next follow the road to wherever it comes out, and thus will have eliminated any trace of the mystery altogether.
    The road came out at the road one takes in the direction away from the town.
    Well, when I say came, obviously I mean comes, since to this day the road naturally remains exactly where it had been all the while.
    The fallen tree naturally remains exactly where it had been all the while, as well.
    Good heavens. And how long had I permitted myself to fret over not locating that road?
    Surely I had driven past that fallen tree no less than six or eight times.
    And meanwhile no sooner had I solved the problem than I understood that I no longer had any interest in the road whatsoever, of course.
    Nor do I have very much interest in the house either, to tell the truth.
    Except as perhaps something to gaze at the corner of the roof of, on certain occasions, as I just now did.
    It is likely that I will now bleed for weeks, incidentally. Or at least stain for that long.
    This is a matter of hormones, doubtless, and of change of life.
    My hands would appear to indicate that it is time for this. Being a painter, one learns to read such things as the backs of hands.
    Even if I rarely did portraits.
    That other house is quite ordinary, by the way.
    Well, except for being the only house in the vicinity which was constructed for people who preferred a view of the woods to a view of the water, obviously.
    I imagine I can understand such a preference. It is hardly my own preference, but I imagine I can understand it.
    Then again one would get little more than an inference of the sunset at best, over there, even from the upper windows.
    Well, I have looked. Which is a thing one might do.
    Although what I was more truthfully looking for was to see if one could see my own house from there.
    This is a thing one might do, as well.
    One cannot see this house from that one.
    Obviously, this is a result of nothing more than where windows happen to be situated. Still, one could easily let it become a perplexity of a sort too, should one be so inclined.
    After all, why on earth should one be able to see one house from another, but not vice versa? Surely there is no difference in the distance between this house and that, and that house and this?
    Once, in the Rijksmuseum, I brought in new speakers for my phonograph. What the directions told me to do was to make certain that the two speakers were equidistant from each other.
    One certainly had to wonder what the person who wrote the instructions could have believed he meant by that.
    Well, or the person who had translated the instructions from the