The Oxford Tutorial

There's a blackboard in the corner of the room with a single word written from a previous meeting: *accident*.

Cigarette smoke, a child's drawing pinned to the wall, Wittgenstein's *Investigations* in typescript on a chair.

A cleared desk, a clock on the mantelpiece he keeps his eye on, no pleasantries before the argument.

Cold tea on top of a manuscript, a painting propped against a chair.