"Essential truth, the truth of the intellectualists, the truth with no
one thinking it, is like the coat that fits tho no one has ever tried
it on, like the music that no ear has listened to. It is less real,
not more real, than the verified article; and to attribute a superior
degree of glory to it seems little more than a piece of perverse
abstraction-worship."

William James (1842-1910), U.S. philosopher, psychologist. Originally
published in Philosophical Review (1908). "The Pragmatist Account of
Truth and Its Misunderstanders," The Meaning of Truth, New York
(1909).

On 24 Aug 2003 wrote :

> "Essential truth, the truth of the intellectualists, the truth with no
> one thinking it, is like the coat that fits tho no one has ever tried
> it on, like the music that no ear has listened to. It is less real,
> not more real, than the verified article; and to attribute a superior
> degree of glory to it seems little more than a piece of perverse
> abstraction-worship."
>
> William James (1842-1910), U.S. philosopher, psychologist. Originally
> published in Philosophical Review (1908). "The Pragmatist Account of
> Truth and Its Misunderstanders," The Meaning of Truth, New York
> (1909).
>
>

The nice men with the wrap-around canvas jackets will be there soon. Try
to hold on until they get there

--
Nicolaas.


- A liar isn't believed, even when he speaks the truth.

"Helen" <@abuse.roman.gov> wrote in news:(E-Mail Removed):

> The nice men with the wrap-around canvas jackets will be there soon. Try
> to hold on until they get there
>

He's got his head tilted back, looking straight up, hoping to see what went
straight over it.

On 24 Aug 2003 , Simon Whitaker wrote :

> "Helen" <@abuse.roman.gov> wrote in
> news:(E-Mail Removed):
>
>> The nice men with the wrap-around canvas jackets will be there soon.
>> Try to hold on until they get there
>>
>
> He's got his head tilted back, looking straight up, hoping to see what
> went straight over it.
>

Don't you wish ?!

--
Nicolaas.


- If every one thought before they spoke the silence would be deafening...