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I follow my own thoughts but love the immediate point and my brain is not in the proper condition to command its own vagaries." Sofia 1900. "What a delightful and full summer I have had. I can only reiterate that I am satisfied. I have had so much. Given my nature and my life, more than anyone I know. I may be mistaken in everything but I never doubt my application when I am about to act.
Man is the brain, but woman is the heart of humanity; he its judgment, she its feeling; he its strength, she its grace, ornament and solace. Even the understanding of the best woman seems to work mainly through her affections. And thus, though man may direct the intellect, woman cultivates the feelings, which mainly determine the character. While he fills the memory, she occupies the heart.
It was not possible to be quite certain as to the entire safety of the plan; but there might be a chance even a big chance of wakening some cell from its deadened sleep. Sir Ormsby way had talked to him a good deal about brain cells, and he had listened faithfully and learned more than he could put into scientific English.
From that source I have drawn nearly the whole of my history up to this point. For the rest I must trust to memory and, indeed, the strange deeds and sufferings, and yet stranger revelations, of the last few months, have branded themselves deep enough upon my brain. I need not hope, or fear, that aught of them should slip my memory. So went the weary time.
But to return to the poem. The fact that Christ remains inside, leads the poet to reflect, in the spirit of Him who found all the good in men he could, neglecting no point of contact which presented itself, whether there was anything at this lecture with which he could sympathize; and he finds that the heart of the professor does something to rescue him from the error of his brain.
The premonition, to one who was not used to such things, carried all the more conviction. With Cleek on the track anything might happen. Cleek was a man for whom things never stood still, and his amazing brain was concentrated upon this problem as it had been concentrated successfully upon others. Merriton had a feeling that it was only a matter of time.
People complain of the lack of power to concentrate, not witting that they may acquire the power, if they choose. And without the power to concentrate that is to say, without the power to dictate to the brain its task and to ensure obedience true life is impossible. Mind control is the first element of a full existence.
When this is done, however, it is evident that the brain workers must be given sufficient work to keep them fully busy all the time. They must not be allowed to stand around for a considerable part of their time waiting for their particular kind of work to come along, as is so frequently the case.
With a jerk, he bent again to his task. 'With sincere gratitude I acknowledge the receipt of your most kind and generous donation. The money... 'shall be used as you wish, and I will render to you a detailed account of the benefits conferred by it. Never had he found composition so difficult. He felt that he was expressing himself wretchedly; a clog was on his brain.
And, forced to live by his pen, to extract from his brain bread and beer, clothing, lodging, and income-tax, I am not surprised that he is oftentimes nervous, querulous, impatient. Thinking of these things, I do not wonder at Hazlitt's spleen, at Charles Lamb's punch, at Coleridge's opium.
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