“Consciousness, then, does not appear to itself chopped up in bits”

Source: 1890s, The Principles of Psychology (1890), Ch. 9
Context: Consciousness, then, does not appear to itself chopped up in bits … A 'river' or a 'stream' are the metaphors by which it is most naturally described. In talking of it hereafter, let us call it the stream of thought, of consciousness, or of subjective life.

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American philosopher, psychologist, and pragmatist 1842–1910

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