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Date: September 2, 2011
"When we fight an urge, it feels like a strenuous effort, as if there were a homunculus in the head that physically impinged on a persistent antagonist."
preview | full record— Pinker, Steven (b. 1954)
Date: September 2, 2011
"We speak of exerting will power, of forcing ourselves to go to work, of restraining ourselves and of controlling our temper, as if it were an unruly dog."
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Date: September 2, 2011
"The 'will' in willpower is not some mysterious 'free will,' a ghost in the machine that can do as it pleases, but a part of the machine itself."
preview | full record— Pinker, Steven (b. 1954)
Date: September 2, 2011
"The disasters reveal a limitation of the muscle metaphor: certain evolutionarily prepared drives seem to withstand even the most bulked-up powers of will."
preview | full record— Pinker, Steven (b. 1954)
Date: April 25, 2011
"If Eagleman's body bears no marks of his childhood accident, his mind has been deeply imprinted by it."
preview | full record— Bilger, Burkhard
Date: April 25, 2011
"The brain is a remarkably capable chronometer for most purposes."
preview | full record— Bilger, Burkhard
Date: April 25, 2011
"Like a racing engine, her mental clock went faster the hotter it got."
preview | full record— Bilger, Burkhard
Date: April 25, 2011
"The most recent neuroscience papers make the brain sound like a Victorian attic, full of odd, vaguely labelled objects ticking away in every corner."
preview | full record— Bilger, Burkhard
Date: April 25, 2011
"At U.C.L.A., Dean Buonomano believes that areas throughout the brain function as clocks, their tissue ticking with neural networks that change in predictable patterns. 'Imagine a skyscraper at night,' he told me. 'Some people on the top floor work till midnight, while some on the lower floors ma...
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Date: April 25, 2011
"The brain, he writes, is like Kublai Khan, the great Mongol emperor of the thirteenth century. It sits enthroned in its skull, 'encased in darkness and silence,' at a lofty remove from brute reality. Messengers stream in from every corner of the sensory kingdom, bringing word of distant sights, ...
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