Are you sure we're not siblings?
I was explaining to my girlfriend the concept of telegraphing punchlines. I used the dumbest joke I could think of.
"I tried to get onto the Oreo website, but I couldn't. Do you know why that was?"
The punchline is so obvious, it's not even worth mentioning.
At any rate, H.C. is the representation of Wilson in his fiction. Hagbard Celine, Harry Cline, etc. I think he might give it away in the Shroedinger's Cat trillogy. Wilson is the greatist philosopher I know, because his work is on epistomology, almost to the exclusion of everything else. It's not quite the radical skepticism of Descartes, but it does constantly raise the question, "why do you think that?" His art comes in challenging unchallengable assumptions.
