far too numerous for comfort ....

but as for proceeding any further, by induction, deduction, analysis, or synthesis, I utterly decline the office of Arachne, and will spin no more cobwebs out of my own inside--if I have any.

Sensations?
What are they, but parts of oneself--if one has a self! What put this child's fancy into one's head, that there is anything outside of one which produces them?
You have exactly similar feelings in your dreams, and you know that there is no reality corresponding to them--No, you don't! How dare you be dogmatic enough to affirm that?
Why should not your dreams be as real as your waking thoughts?
Why should not your dreams be the reality, and your waking thoughts the dream?
What matter which?
'What matter indeed?
Here have I been staring for years--unless that, too, is a dream, which it very probably is--at every mountebank "ism" which ever tumbled and capered on the philosophic tight-rope; and they are every one of them dead dolls, wooden, worked with wires, which are _petitiones principii_....

Each philosopher begs the question in hand, and then marches forward, as brave as a triumph, and prides himself--on proving it all afterwards.

No wonder that his theory fits the universe, when he has first clipped the universe to fit his theory.