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...when I enter most intimately into what I call myself, I always stumble on some particular percep/ tion or other, of heat or cold, light or shade, love or...and never can observe any thing but the perception. When my perceptions are removed for any time, as by sound sleep, so long am I insensible of myself,...

...my part, when I enter most intimately into what I call myself, I always stumble on some particular perception or other, of heat or cold, light or shade, love or hatred, pain or pleasure. / never can catch myself at any time without a perception, and never can OBSERVE anything but the perception....

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...what I call my- {11|£prop0il" self, I always stumble on some particular perception or other of heat, cold, light or shade, love or hatred, pain or pleasure. I never catch myself at any time without a perception " — that is, unmodified in any way whatever. This is...

...my part, when I enter most intimately into what I call myself, I always stumble on some particular perception or other, of heat or cold, light or shade, love or hatred, pain or pleasure. / never can catch myself at any time without a perception, and never can ORSERVE anything but the perception....

...impresses, and we are at once in the region of existences, internal and external. " I never," he says, " catch myself at any time without a perception, and never can observe any thing but the perception." His very language contradicts itself. He talks of catching himself. What is this self that he catches...

...When I enter,' he says, ' most intimately into what I call myself, I always stumble on some particular perception or other, of heat or cold, light or shade, love or hatred, pain or pleasure.' Mind is nothing bat a bundle of conceptions, in a perpetual flux and movement. He goes on to explain...

...enter, ' he says, ' most intimately into what I call myself, I always •tumble on some particular perception or other, of heat or cold, light or shade, love or hatred, pain or pleasure.' Mind is nothing but a bundle of conceptions, in a perpetual flux and movement. He goes on to explain...

...my part, when I cuter most intimately into -what I call myself, I always stumble on some particular perception or other, of heat or cold, light or shade,...pleasure. I never can catch myself at any time without »perception, and never can observe anything/;«; tho perception." — Human Nature, Part iv. вес....