 Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus.  Every Day with Emerson - Page 13by Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1902 - 99 pagesFull view - About this book
 | John T. Lysaker - 2008 - 244 pages
...beads," Emerson asserts in "Experience," "and, as we pass through them, they prove to be manycolored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus" (CW3, 30). Like Cavell, I take mood to name temporary sensibilities — as opposed to discursive judgments... | |
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