“That,” he replied, “is all that any definition can do. As Mill points
out, we know nothing of cause except as an antecedent—nothing of effect
except as a consequent. Of certain phenomena, one never occurs without
another, which is dissimilar: the first in point of time we call cause,
the second, effect. One who had many times seen a rabbit pursued by a
dog, and had never seen rabbits and dogs otherwise, would think the
rabbit the cause of the dog.
“But I fear,” he added, laughing naturally enough, “that my rabbit is
leading me a long way from the track of my legitimate quarry: I’m
indulging in the pleasure of the chase for its own sake. What I want you
to observe is that in Herbert Spencer’s definition of ‘life’ the activity
of a machine is included—there is nothing in the definition that is not
applicable to it. According to this sharpest of observers and deepest of
thinkers, if a man during his period of activity is alive, so is a
machine when in operation. As an inventor and constructor of machines I
know that to be true.”
Moxon was silent for a long time, gazing absently into the fire. It was
growing late and I thought it time to be going, but somehow I did not
like the notion of leaving him in that isolated house, all alone except
for the presence of some person of whose nature my conjectures could go
no further than that it was unfriendly, perhaps malign. Leaning toward
him and looking earnestly into his eyes while making a motion with my
hand through the door of his workshop, I said:
“Moxon, whom have you in there?”
Somewhat to my surprise he laughed lightly and answered without
hesitation:
“Nobody; the incident that you have in mind was caused by my folly in
leaving a machine in action with nothing to act upon, while I undertook
the interminable task of enlightening your understanding. Do you happen
to know that Consciousness is the creature of Rhythm?”
“O bother them both!” I replied, rising and laying hold of my overcoat.
“I’m going to wish you good night; and I’ll add the hope that the machine
which you inadvertently left in action will have her gloves on the next
time you think it needful to stop her.”
Without waiting to observe the effect of my shot I left the house.
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