Butler, Samuel, 1835-1902 -- Notebooks, sketchbooks, etc.
Our concern is with the views we shall choose to take and to let other
people take concerning things, and as to the way of expressing those
views which shall give least trouble. If we express ourselves in one way
we find our ideas in confusion and our action impotent: if in another our
ideas cohere harmoniously, and our action is edifying. The convenience
of least disturbing vested ideas, and at the same time rearranging our
views in accordance with new facts that come to our knowledge, this is
our proper care. But it is idle to say we do not know anything about
things—perhaps we do, perhaps we don’t—but we at any rate know what sane
people think and are likely to think about things, and this to all
intents and purposes is knowing the things themselves. For the things
only are what sensible people agree to say and think they are.
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The arrangement of our ideas is as much a matter of convenience as the
packing of goods in a druggist’s or draper’s store and leads to exactly
the same kind of difficulties in the matter of classifying them. We all
admit the arbitrariness of classifications in a languid way, but we do
not think of it more than we can help—I suppose because it is so
inconvenient to do so. The great advantage of classification is to
conceal the fact that subdivisions are as arbitrary as they are.
Classification
There can be no perfect way, for classification presupposes that a thing
has absolute limits whereas there is nothing that does not partake of the
universal infinity—nothing whose boundaries do not vary. Everything is
one thing at one time and in some respects, and another at other times
and in other respects. We want a new mode of measurement altogether; at
present we take what gaps we can find, set up milestones, and declare
them irremovable. We want a measure which shall express, or at any rate
recognise, the harmonics of resemblance that lurk even in the most
absolute differences and vice versa.
Attempts at Classification
are like nailing battens of our own flesh and blood upon ourselves as an
inclined plane that we may walk up ourselves more easily; and yet it
answers very sufficiently.
A Clergyman’s Doubts
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