HUMAN LIFE 



along our way and no quadrangle before 

 us. However, when after successfully 

 avoiding the tree-trunks, we reached the 

 quadrangle we entered it quite naturally 

 and unsurprised, and went on under its 

 arcades to take up our duties in our 

 respective class rooms in it. We, or 

 rather the professor of philosophy, had 

 simply had a pleasant after-breakfast 

 exercise in mental gymnastics. We had 

 done our other gymnastics before break- 

 fast. 



The biologist is willing to bet his life 

 that much of the world really exists in a 

 material sense. If the philosopher and 

 I were standing on a railway track with a 

 locomotive engine tearing towards us at 

 fifty miles an hour he might prove to 

 me, if there was time, by his interesting 

 play of words and logic, that nothing 

 was there and hence nothing was going 

 to happen if our non-existent bodies 

 continued to stand still on the non- 

 existent railway. But I would win my 

 bet that something very distressing would 

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