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The Mind’s I: Fantasies and Reflections on Self and SoulACHILLES: HeБЂ™d probably be most astonished to hear that! TORTOISE: Who? I thought there was no БЂњheБЂ«! ACHILLES: There is no БЂњheБЂ«if IБЂ™m talking to the bookБЂ”but if I told it to the real Einstein, heБЂ™d be surprised. TORTOISE: Why would you be telling a live person to his face that he had already died, that his brain had been encoded in a catalogue, and that you were conducting your conversation with him through that catalogue? ACHILLES: Well, I wouldnБЂ™t tell it to a live person, IБЂ™d tell it to the book, and find out what the live personБЂ™s reactions would have been. So, in a way, БЂњheБЂ«is there. I am beginning to be puzzledБЂ¦ who am I talking to in that book? Is there somebody alive because it exists? Where are those thoughts coming from? TORTOISE: From the book. You know that very well. ACHILLES: Well, then, how can he say how heБЂ™s feeling? How does a book feel? TORTOISE: A book doesnБЂ™t feel any way. A book just is. ItБЂ™s like a chair. ItБЂ™s just there. ACHILLES: Well, this isnБЂ™t just a bookБЂ”itБЂ™s a book plus a whole process ...» |
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