The happiness and serenity of the South disconcerted him. He had felt good in the North because everyone else felt so bad. True, there was a happiness in the North. That is to say, nearly everyone would have denied that he was unhappy. And certainly the North was victorious. It had never lost a war.…
Nights were best. Then as the thick singing darkness settled about the little caboose which shed its cheerful square of light on the dark soil of old Carolina, they might debark and, with the pleasantest sense of stepping down from the zone of the possible to the zone of the realized, stroll to a service…
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He began to look forward to meeting Mort Prince. Some years ago he had read two of his novels and remembered them perfectly—he could remember perfectly every detail of a book he had read ten years ago or a conversation with his father fifteen years ago; it was the day before yesterday that gave him…
Man is certainly stark mad. He can’t make a worm, but he makes gods by the dozens. . . . “We can’t go back there,” she said. Her pale face loomed unsteadily in the darkness. He was thinking about the reciprocal ratio of love: was it ever so with the love of women that they…
Why is it that bad news is not so bad and good news not so good and what with the bad news being good, aye that is what makes her well and me sick? . . . Instead he was thinking of wars and death at home. On the days of bad news there was…
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I told her (I always remember the remote past first). ‘It was an orange-colored cotton twill sort of material.’ ‘That was my piqué,’ says she as normally as you please.” For some reason he flushed and fell silent. . . . Jamie—who, he was told, had a severe and atypical mononucleosis—saw him as a fellow…
Review of the first installment of Hubert Dreyfus’ collected papers. Artificial intelligenceCognitionCognitive sciencedistributed cognitionEmbodied cognitionexistentialismExtended MindExternalismheideggerHermeneuticsHubert DreyfusJohn SearleMaurice Merleau-Pontyphenomenologyphilosophical psychologyPhilosophy of mindsituated cognition
He sized them up as Yankee sort of Southerners, the cheerful, prosperous go-getters one comes across in the upper South, in Knoxville maybe, or Bristol. “Where’re you from,” cried Mrs. Vaught in a mock-accusatory tone he recognized and knew how to respond to. “Ithaca,” he said, smiling. “Over in the Delta.” He felt himself molt.…
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