The days of Wittgenstein in the solitude of the Skjolden mountains pass between logic, whistling, going for walks and being depressed. It was perhaps the olny time in his life when he had no doubts that he was in the right place — says his biographer Ray Monk. And the year he spent in Skjolden was possibly the most productive of his life.
Remains of Wittgenstein’s hut, Skjolden (Norway). Photo: Eduardo Outeiro. 2011.












