...melancholy and delirium, either by relaxing this bent of mind, or by some avocation, and lively impression of my senses, which obliterate all these chimeras....; and when after three or four hours' amusement, I wou'd return to these speculations, they appear so cold, and strain'd, and ridiculous, that I cannot...

...melancholy and delirium, either by relaxing this bent of mind, or by some avocation, and lively impression of my senses, which obliterate all these chimeras....friends; and when after three or four hours' amusement, I wou'd return SECT. to these speculations, they appear so cold, and strain'd, and ,_V*L_^ ridiculous,...

...as "philosophical melancholy and delirium," as "clouds to be dispelled" (Treatise I, 501). He writes "I dine, I play a game of backgammon, I converse and...cold, and strained, and ridiculous, that I cannot find it in my heart to enter into them any further." But Clifford, like Huxley, took Hume au grand serieux,...

...and delirium, either by relaxing this bent of the mind, or by some avocation, and lively impression of my senses which obliterate all these chimeras....cold, and strained, and ridiculous, that I cannot find it in my heart to enter into them any further. Here then I find myself absolutely and necessarily determined...

...and delirium, either by relaxing this bent of the mind, or by some avocation, and lively impression of my senses which obliterate all these chimeras....cold, and strained, and ridiculous, that I cannot find it in my heart to enter into them any further. Here then I find myself absolutely and necessarily determined...

...and delirium, either by relaxing this bent of the mind, or by some avocation, and lively impression of my senses which obliterate all these chimeras....cold, and strained, and ridiculous, that I cannot find it in my heart to enter into them any further. Here then I find myself absolutely and necessarily determined...

...melancholy and delirium, either by relaxing this bent of mind, or by some avocation, and lively impression of my senses, which obliterate all these chimeras. I dine, I play a game of*-<---<*c'* , back-gammon, I converse, and am merry with my friends ; and when after three or four...

...which snaps its fingers at reasoning, soon gave him relief. " I dine, I play a game at backgammon, or am merry with my friends, and when, after three or...cold, and strained, and ridiculous, that I cannot find it in my heart to enter into them any further." 1 In fact, he felt of his own theory what 'he said...

...enemy who has not borrowed his arms from Aristotle or from his successors. " I dine," writes Hume,1 " I play a game of backgammon, I converse, and am merry...cold, and strained, and ridiculous, that I cannot find it in my heart to enter into them any further." In such a mood logical difficulties are not taken seriously,...

...reason is incapable of dispelling these clouds, nature suffices. I dine, I play a game of backgammon, I am merry with my friends ; and when, after three or...return to these speculations they appear so cold, strained, and ridiculous that I cannot fiiid in my heart to enter into them any further." But this...