I’ll usually talk about anything. Indeed, the more I shouldn’t talk about something, the more I’m likely to talk about it. But the case of the Austrian father is too much even for me. I probably should want to theorise, ad nauseum, about why he did what he did and what his compulsions and motivations meant, but this case feels out of bounds. Speculating intellectually about events such as this is most often the preserve (and privilege) of those who have nothing better to do and who have never experienced anything like it. I draw the line at that in this case. My only thoughts on this whole ordeal are with the victim and her children (also victims). They deserve not to become a case study for the rest of the world.