Since I still am hiding in the bunker can anybdoy explain who all these people are...other than you all...see I am like a Proust novel...in this case Le Prisoner, except I wont know when I am actually biting into the mint.

That should all bring you to a screeching halt...well except Collins who is looking for the appropiate quote...Kirkkegard, Wittgenstein, Babe Winklemann.

First of all Marcel Proust was nothing but a Romain Rolland wannabe...his writing style was a 19th century version of Chicken Soup for the Soul, but written with three and a half million words. Secondly, Wittgenstein, while an accomplished philosopher, was certainly no Soren Kierkegaard. It is easy to lump Wittgenstein into the philosophical "rat pack" (if you will allow me the analogy), where Kierkegaard (Martin), Nietzsche (Sinatra), Wittgenstein (Sammy), Adorno (Bishop), and Derrida (Lawford) act as gadflies to create a counterculture of heretical philosophy where they could only say what they meant by abandoning the conventional wisdom of the day and inventing a whole new irreverent form of writing through the use of humor, satire, and parody (all generally regarded as deconstructive techniques) in order to make the accepted forms of wisdom and value untenable. Kierkegaard had (in my opinion) a far more profound impact on modern day (not to be confused with postmodernism) philosophy than did messrs. Wittgenstein & Winkelman (although The Babe wins hands down in the shore lunch department). As proof of this postulate (redundant), I draw to your attention the fact that Wittgenstein was reduced to a mere caricature of himself (which some may argue was the ultimate homage, but I digress) where he appears as a fictional character in numerous writings following his death. His significance is inflated by the mystical adventures of the fictional character Wittgenstein and his encounters with evil foe the likes of Mothra and The Wolfman. In closing, I will leave you with the words of our good friend Sinatra (well...our Sinatra character in our humor-laden rhetorical hypothetical theoretical satirical paradoxical pack of rats)...It is more convenient to follow one's conscience than one's intelligence, for at every failure, conscience finds an excuse and an encouragement in itself. That is why there are so many conscientious and so few intelligent people.