Ramis and Maturin · Oct 30, 02:34 PM
Dr. Ramis inclined his head to one side, narrowed his eyes and lips, and said, “How can [emotion] be measured. It is a notion; a most valuable notion, I am sure; but, my dear sir, where is your measurement? It cannot be measured. Science is measurement—no knowledge without measurement.”
“Indeed it can,” cried Stephen eagerly. “Come, let us take our pulses.” Dr. Ramis pulled out his watch, a beautiful Breguet with a center seconds hand, and they both sat gravely counting. “Now, dear colleague, pray be so good as to imagine—to imagine vehemently—that I have taken your watch and wantonly flung it down; and I for my part will imagine that you are a very wicked fellow. Come, let us simulate the gestures, the expressions of extreme and violent rage.”
Dr. Ramis’ face took on a tetanic look; his eyes almost vanished; his head reached forward, quivering. Stephen’s lips writhed back; he shook his fist and gibbered a little. A servant came in with a jug of hot water.
Was a passage I liked.


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I’ve noticed a disconcerting trend when good bloggers start businesses. They stop blogging. Yourself, Caterina, Mena Trott, and now ole’ Andy Baio even seems to be slowing down his voluminous output.
Let’s hope you can eke out a very partial-but-continuous slice of attention for this blog. We love you!
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