Miss Mordeck's FatherDodd, Mead,, 1890 - 288 Seiten |
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Seite 159 - God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!
Seite 55 - Illusions and hallucinations may exist, and the individual be perfectly sensible that they are not realities. In such cases the intellect is not involved. But, if he accepts his false perceptions as facts, his intellect participates, and he has delusions. A delusion is, therefore, a false belief.
Seite 226 - A diseased or disordered condition or malformation of the physical organs, through which the mind receives impressions, or manifests its operations, by which the will and judgment are impaired, and the conduct rendered irrational.
Seite 54 - I looked towards the chair, I saw the man. " 'This method made me very popular, and as I always caught the resemblance, the sitters were delighted that I spared them the annoying sittings of other painters. In this way I laid by much money for myself and my children. " ' By degrees I began to lose all distinction between the imaginary and the real figure, and I sometimes insisted to my sitters that they had sat the day before. Finally, I was persuaded that it was so, and then all became confusion....
Seite 116 - THERE was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He went to the brook And saw a little duck, And he shot it right through the head, head, head.
Seite 54 - By degrees I began to lose all distinction between the imaginary and the real figure, and I sometimes insisted to my sitters that they had set the day before. Finally I was persuaded that it was so, and then all became confusion; I recollect nothing more. I lost my reason, and remained for thirty years in an asylum. With the exception of the last six months of my confinement, I recollect nothing ; it, however, appears to me that, when I hear persons speak of their visits to the establishment, I have...
Seite 202 - ... a hotel at which he was a stranger. It was ascertained beyond question that in all this time his actions had been entirely correct to all appearance, that his speech was coherent, and that he had acted entirely in all respects as any man in the full possession of his mental faculties would have...
Seite 202 - ... ascertained that he had been to theatres; to hotels, where he slept; to shops, where he had made purchases; and that he had taken a journey of a hundred miles from New York, and losing his ticket, and not being able to give a satisfactory account of himself, was put off of the train at a way-station. He had then returned to New York, passed the night at a hotel, and on the eighth day, at about ten o'clock, made his appearance at his office. He had no recollection of any one event which had taken...
Seite 111 - He flung himself down on the sofa again — while the baby clenching its tiny fist, stretched and murmured in its sleep — and bowed himself together, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. " I'm at the bottom of it. It's all my fault,
Seite 55 - ... the result of imperfect information, or of an inability to weigh evidence, or to discriminate between the true and the false.