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rience, that a man who kills his whole nature, 

 except the logical and reasoning- faculty that is in 

 him, that is to say, who ceases to be a man, and 

 becomes instead only a piece of reasoning- machinery 

 they know, I say, that such a thing- must in the 

 end come to unbelief more or less entire. Now, the 

 utmost possible extreme of the principle of want of 

 faith is disbelieving* in every thing- except what it is 

 absolutely impossible to disbelieve in ; and the only 

 thing's it is absolutely impossible to disbelieve in, 

 are our own sensations. Now, I must say (though 

 I cannot prove it, for it is not capable of proof, it 

 is only a matter of faith) I must say, I cannot 

 help thinking-, that when I see a brick wall God 

 intended me to believe in the existence (apart from 

 my own or any one else's sensations) of that brick 

 wall, whatever that existence may be j and therefore 

 I do believe in its existence. 



Rig-orous logical thoug-ht no doubt shows the con- 

 trary. So much the worse then for rigorous log'ical 

 thought, and for the machine that turns it out. The 

 real question is, what a man thinks about it. To 

 the colour-blind, red and blue are meaningless. 

 To the man that has no music in his soul, harmony 

 is only a word. To the enthusiast, logic is nothing. 

 To the logician, enthusiasm is foil}*. Yet all these 

 think their conclusions right. Now, I say none have 

 a chance of coming to right conclusions who do not 

 possess all the faculties of the human soul and body 

 in full perfection. If a mere logician says to me, 



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