Logic Is An Old Subject, And Since

Different Persons Growing Up In The Same Language Are Like Different Bushes Trimmed And Trained To Take The Shape Of Identical Elephants. The Anatomical Details Of Twigs And Branches Will Fulfill The Elephantine Form Differently From Bush To Bush, But The Overall Outward Results Are Alike.

I Have Been Accused Of Denying Consciousness But I Am Not Conscious Of Having Done So.

No Two Of Us Learn Our Language Alike, Nor, In A Sense, Does Any Finish Learning It While He Lives.

The Lore Of Our Fathers Is A Fabric Of Sentences. A Pale Gray Lore, Black With Fact And White With Convention.

Our Acceptance Of An Ontology Is, I Think, Similar In Principle To Our Acceptance Of A Scientific Theory, Say A System Of Physics;we Adopt, At Least Insofar As We Are Reasonable, The Simplest Conceptual Scheme Into Which The Disordered Fragments Of Raw Experience Can Be Fitted And Arranged.