Date: 1949
"Rather, to relapse perforce into simile, it is supposed that mental processes are phosphorescent, like tropical sea-water, which makes itself visible by the light which it itself emits."
preview | full record— Ryle, Gilbert (1900-1976)
Date: 1949
"Or, to use another simile, mental processes are 'overheard' by the mind whose processes they are, somewhat as a speaker overhears the words he is himself uttering."
preview | full record— Ryle, Gilbert (1900-1976)
Date: 1949
"His mind hovered for a moment round the doubtful date on the page, and then fetched up with a bump against the Newspeak word DOUBLETHINK."
preview | full record— Orwell, George (1903-1950)
Date: 1949
"And yet the rage that one felt was an abstract, undirected emotion which could be switched from one object to another like the flame of a blowlamp."
preview | full record— Orwell, George (1903-1950)
Date: 1949
"It was as though their two minds had opened and the thoughts were flowing from one into the other through their eyes."
preview | full record— Orwell, George (1903-1950)
Date: 1949
"The idea of following up their momentary contact hardly crossed his mind."
preview | full record— Orwell, George (1903-1950)
Date: March 17, 1950 [2005]
"One of those involuntary revealing thoughts one surprises, running like a rat through the muck-heap of my mind: Maybe I'll be able to afford that ikon if he goes."
preview | full record— Friend, Donald (1915-1989)
Date: April 8, 1950
"Then, abruptly, familiarly, and, as usual, with no warning, he thought he felt his mind dislodge itself and teeter, like insecure luggage on an overhead rack."
preview | full record— Salinger, J.D. (1919-2010)
Date: 1947, 1948, 1949, 1950, 1951
"It is certainly not then--not in dreams--but when one is wide awake, at moments of robust joy and achievement, on the highest terrace of consciousness, that mortality has a chance to peer beyond its own limits, from the mast, from the past and its castle tower."
preview | full record— Nabokov, Vladimir (1899-1977)
Date: 1951
"And in her ears the little Seashells, the thimble radios tamped tight, and an electronic ocean of sound, of music and talk and music and talk coming in, coming in on the shore of her unsleeping mind."
preview | full record— Bradbury, Ray (1920-2012)