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T.H. White wrote:Arthur was happy. Like the man in Eden before the fall, he was enjoying his innocence and fortune. Instead of being a poor squire, he was a king. Instead of being an orphan, he was loved by nearly everybody except the Gaels, and he loved everybody in return. So far as he was concerned, as yet, there might never have been such a thing as a single particle of sorrow on the gay, sweet surface of the dew-glittering world.
J.H. van den Berg wrote:Our world is not primarily a conglomeration of objects that can be described scientifically. Our world is our home, a realization of subjectivity.
T.H. White wrote:Arthur was happy. Like the man in Eden before the fall, he was enjoying his innocence and fortune. Instead of being a poor squire, he was a king. Instead of being an orphan, he was loved by nearly everybody except the Gaels, and he loved everybody in return. So far as he was concerned, as yet, there might never have been such a thing as a single particle of sorrow on the gay, sweet surface of the dew-glittering world.
J.H. van den Berg wrote:Our world is not primarily a conglomeration of objects that can be described scientifically. Our world is our home, a realization of subjectivity.
T.H. White wrote:Arthur was happy. Like the man in Eden before the fall, he was enjoying his innocence and fortune. Instead of being a poor squire, he was a king. Instead of being an orphan, he was loved by nearly everybody except the Gaels, and he loved everybody in return. So far as he was concerned, as yet, there might never have been such a thing as a single particle of sorrow on the gay, sweet surface of the dew-glittering world.
J.H. van den Berg wrote:Our world is not primarily a conglomeration of objects that can be described scientifically. Our world is our home, a realization of subjectivity.
T.H. White wrote:Arthur was happy. Like the man in Eden before the fall, he was enjoying his innocence and fortune. Instead of being a poor squire, he was a king. Instead of being an orphan, he was loved by nearly everybody except the Gaels, and he loved everybody in return. So far as he was concerned, as yet, there might never have been such a thing as a single particle of sorrow on the gay, sweet surface of the dew-glittering world.
J.H. van den Berg wrote:Our world is not primarily a conglomeration of objects that can be described scientifically. Our world is our home, a realization of subjectivity.
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