The function of music isto release us from the tyranny of conscious thought. SirThomas Beecham Quoted in Harold
Atkins and Archie Newman Beecham Stories (1978).
The wind's in the east I am always conscious of an uncomfortablesensationnowand
thenwhenthewind is blowing in the
east. CharlesJohn Huffam Dickens ^3 Mr Jarndyce. Bleak House, ch.6.
man who has not been in Italy, is always conscious of an inferiority,
from his not having seen what it is expected a man
should see. Samuel known as Dr Johnson Johnson Remark,11 Apr. Quoted in James Boswell The Life
of Samuel Johnson
Ever since I was engaged on Principia Mathematica, I have had a
certainmethod of whichat first Iwasscarcely conscious, but
which has gradually become more explicit in my
thinking. The method consists in an attempt to build a
bridge between the world of sense and the world of
science. Bertrand Arthur William Russell, 3rd Earl Russell My Philosophical Development, ch.16.
Prendre conscience, disait ailleurs mon pe' re, c'est d'abord acque rir
un style. To become
conscious, as my father said, one must first acquire a style. Antoine de Saint-Exupe ry Citadelle
Nempe falluntur homines, quod se liberos esse putant; quae opinioinhoc
soloconsistit, quodsuarum actionum sint conscii, et
ignari causarum, a quibus determinantur. Haec ergo est eorum
libertatis idea, quod suarum actionum nullam
cognoscant causam. Men are mistaken in
thinking themselves free; and this opinion consists of
this alone, that theyare conscious of their actions and
ignorant of the causes by which they are determined.
This, therefore, is their idea of liberty, that they should
know no cause of their actions. Baruch also known as Benedict de Spinoza Spinoza Ethics, bk.2, prop.35, note.
Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, Avisitant that
while it fans my cheek Doth seem half conscious of the joy it
brings From the green
fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its
mission, the soft breeze can come To none more
grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city,
where I long had pined A discontented
sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to
settle where I will. William Wordsworth ^1805 The Prelude, bk.1, l.1^9 (published1850).