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He examined it with care and fixed the man with his gaze: "Well, sir?" "Hit's the rekyle, sir," he explained softly. "Hit's the way she's hung on the stock." "Oh " "Ye see, sir," he went on earnestly, "a gun ought not to rekyle, and ef hit rekyles at all, hit ought to rekyle a leetle forred " "Right you are!" the President roared with laughter. "Your logic's sound whether your gun kicks or not.
Oh, cling to thy faith! Though worldly wise say it cannot be That there's a heaven for thee and me; Though logic's banner they have unfurled And by its cold light now view the world, Calling High God to the courts of man To be judged by human reason's span, And failing to grasp the power divine Will blindly assert: "It doth not shine"; Thy mother was wiser far than they In twilight hour when she knelt to pray, A radiant light on her sweet face From Eternal God's high dwelling-place.
Kinds, and sameness of kind what colossally useful DENKMITTEL for finding our way among the many! The manyness might conceivably have been absolute. Experiences might have all been singulars, no one of them occurring twice. In such a world logic would have had no application; for kind and sameness of kind are logic's only instruments.
The whole process of life is due to life's violation of our logical axioms. Take its continuity as an example. Terms like A and C appear to be connected by intermediaries, by B for example. Intellectualism calls this absurd, for 'B-connected-with-A' is, 'as such, a different term from 'B-connected-with-C. But real life laughs at logic's veto. Imagine a heavy log which takes two men to carry it.
Too wise to doubt on insufficient cause, He signed old Cranmer's lore without a pause; And knew that logic's cunning rules are taught To guard our creed, and not invigorate thought, As those bronze steeds at Venice, kept for pride, Adorn a Town where not one man can ride. "From Isis sent with all her loud acclaims, The Laws he studied on the banks of Thames.
In red, as sign of power, but not in armour, because she is herself invulnerable. A close red cap, with cross for crest, instead of helmet. Bow in left hand; long arrow in right. She partly means Aggressive Logic: compare the set of her shoulders and arms with Logic's. She is placed the last of the Divine sciences, not as their culminating power, but as the last which can be rightly learned.
'Twould be to say where." "She seems able to dress exquisitely." "Mr. Chester, a woman would see with what a small outlay that is done. She has that gift for the needle which a poet has for the pen." "Ho! that's charmingly antique. But now tell me how having a Yankee grandmother caused her to drop in here just now. Your logic's dim."
"Well, why not as a small ricordo." "But a ricordo of what?" "Why, of 'this' as you yourself say. Of this little hunt." "Oh, I say it but hasn't my whole point been that I don't ask you to. Therefore," she demanded but smiling at him now "where's the logic?" "Oh, the logic !" he laughed. "But logic's everything. That, at least, is how I feel it.
It must at any cost keep on speaking terms with the universe that engendered it. Fechner, Royce, and Hegel seem on the truer path. Fechner has never heard of logic's veto, Royce hears the voice but cannily ignores the utterances, Hegel hears them but to spurn them and all go on their way rejoicing. Shall we alone obey the veto?
Every selfish argument for my own safety had passed in review before my mind, and something so akin to judicious caution, which we trappers in plain language called "cowardice," was insidiously assailing my better self, I cast logic's sophistries to the winds, and dared death or torture to drive me from my post.
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