logic
me2? there is an innner logic and we're taught to stay far from it 991214
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bob fish Is that inner logic? Is that like the grey stuff that everyone is on about? Logic isn't grey. Not if you look closer... 000102
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jennifer THEY were standing under a tree each with an arm round the other's neck, and Alice knew which
was which in a moment, because one of them had "DUM" embroidered on his collar, and the other
"DEE." "I suppose they've each got "TWEEDLE" round at the back of the collar," she said to
herseLf,

They stood so still that she quite forgot they were alive, and she was just looking round to see if the
word "TWEEDLE" was written at the back of each collar, when she was startled by a voice coming
from the one marked "DUM."

"If you think we're wax-works," he said, "you ought to pay, you know. Wax-works weren't made to
be looked at for nothing. Nohow!"

"Contrariwise" added the one marked "DEE", "if you think we're alive, you ought to speak."

"I'm sure I'm very sorry," was all Alice could say; for the words of the old song kept ringing through
her head like the ticking of a clock, and she could hardly help saying them out loud:---

Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Agreed to have a battle;
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.

Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
As black as a tar-barrel;
Which frightened both the heroes so,
They quite forgot their quarrel.

"I know what you're thinking about," said Tweedledum: "but it isn't so, nohow."



"Contrariwise," continued Tweedledee, "if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be: but as
it isn't, it ain't. 'That's logic."

"I was thinking," Alice said very politely, "which is the best way out of this wood: it's getting so dark.
Would you tell me, please ?"

But the fat little men only looked at each other and grinned.

They looked so exactly like a couple of great schoolboys, that Alice couldn't help pointing her finger
at Tweedledum, and saying, "First Boy!"

"Nohow!" Tweedledum cried out briskly, and instantly shut his mouth up again with a snap.

"Next Boy!" said Alice, passing on to T weedledee, though she felt quite certain he would only shout
out "Contrariwise!" and so he did.

"You've begun wrong!" cried Tweedledum. "The first thing in a visit is to say, "How d'ye do?' and
shake hands!" And here the two brothers gave each other a hug, and then they held out the two
hands that were free, to shake hands with her.

Alice did not like shaking hands with either of them first, for fear of hurting the other one's feelings;
so, as the best way out of the difficulty, she took hold of both hands at once: the next moment they
were dancing round in a ring. This seemed quite natural (she remembered afterwards), and she was
not even surprised to hear music playing: it seemed to come from the tree under which they were
dancing, and it was done (as well as she could make it out) by the branches rubbing one across the
other, like fiddles and fiddlesticks.

"But it certainly was funny" (Alice said afterwards, when she was telling her sister the history of all
this) "to find myself singing "Here we go round the mulberry bush.' I don't know when I began it,
but somehow I felt as if I'd been singing it a long, long time!"

The other two dancers were fat, and very soon out of breath. "Four times round is enough for one
dance," Tweedledum panted out, and they left off dancing as suddenly as they had begun: the music
stopped at the same moment.

Then they let go of Alice's hands, and stood looking at her for a minute: there was a rather awkward
pause, as Alice didn't know how to begin a conversation with people she had just been dancing with.
"It would never do to say "How d'ye do? now," she said to herself: "we seem to have got beyond
that, somehow!"

"I hope you're not much tired?" she said at last.

"Nohow. And thank you very much for asking," said Tweedledum.

"So much obliged!" added Tweedledee. "You like poetry?"

"Ye-es, pretty well--some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "Would you tell me which road leads out of
the wood?"

"What shall I repeat to her?" said Tweedledee looking round at Tweedledum with great solemn eyes,
and not noticing Alice's question.

"'The Walrus and the Carpenter' is the longest," Tweedledum replied, giving his brother an
affectionate hug.

Tweedledee began instantly:

"The sun was shining---"

Here Alice ventured to interrupt. "If it's very long," she said, as politely as she could, "would you tell
me first which road---"

Tweedledee smiled gently, and began again:

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"


"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us.!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his, eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."


"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"


"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one."

"I like the Walrus best," said Alice: "because you see he was a little story for the poor oysters."

"He ate more than the Carpenter, though" said Tweedledee. "You see he held his handkerchief in
front, so that the Carpenter couldn't count how many he took: contrariwise."

"That was mean!" Alice said indignantly. "Then I like the Carpenter best--if he didn't eat so many as
the Walrus."

"But he ate as many as he could get," said Tweedledum.

This was a puzzler. After a pause, Alice began, "Well! They were both very unpleasant
characters---" Here she checked herself in some alarm, at hearing something that sounded to her like
the puffng of a large steam-engine in the wood near them, though she feared it was more likely to be
a wild beast. "Are there any lions or tigers about here?" she asked timidly.

"lt's only the Red King snoring," said Tweedledee.

"Come and look at him!" the brothers cried, and they each took one of Alice's hands, and led her up
to where the King was sleeping.

"Isn't he a lovely sight?" said Tweedledum.



Alice couldn't say honestly that he was. He had a tall red night-cap on, with a tassel, and he was lying
crumpled up into a sort of untidy heap, and snoring loud--"fit to snore his head off!" as Tweedledum
remarked.

"I'm afraid he'll catch cold with lying on the damp grass," said Alice, who was a very thoughtful little
girl.

"He's dreaming now," said Tweedledee: "and what do you think he's dreaming about?"

Alice said, "Nobody can guess that."

"Why, about you!" Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. "And if he left off
dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?"

"Where I am now, of course," said Alice.

"Not you!" Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. "You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of
thing in his dream!"

"If that there King was to wake," added T weedledum, "you'd go out--bang!--just llke a candle!"

"I shouldn't!" Alice exclaimed indignantly. "Besides, if I'm only a sort of thing in his dream, what are
you, I should like to know?"

"Ditto," said Tweedledum.

"Ditto, ditto!" cried Tweedledee.

He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn't help saying, "Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if
you make so much noise."

"Well, it's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedledum, "when you're only one of the
things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

"I am real!" said Alice, and began to cry.

"You won't make yourself a bit realer by crying," Tweedledee remarked: "there's nothing to cry
about."

"If I wasn't real," Alice said--half-laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous-- "I shouldn't
be able to cry."

"I hope you don't suppose those are real tears?" Tweedledum interrupted in a tone of great
contempt.

"I know they're talking nonsense," Alice thought to herself: "and it's foolish to cry about it." So she
brushed away her tears, and went on as cheerfully as she could, "At any rate I'd better be getting out
of the wood, for really it's coming on very dark. Do you think it's going to rain?"

Tweedledum spread a large umbrella over himself and his brother, and looked up into it. "No, I don't
think it is," he said: "at least--not under here. Nohow."

"But it may rain outside?"



"It may--if it chooses," said Tweedledee: "we've no objection. Contrariwise."

"Selfish things!" thought Alice, and she was just going to say "Good-night" and leave them, when
Tweedledum sprang out from under the umbrella, and seized her by the wrist.

"Do you see that?" he said in a voice choking with passion, and his eyes grew large and yellow all in
a moment, as he pointed with a trembling finger at a small white thing lying under the tree.

"It's only a rattle," Alice said, after a careful examination of the little white thing. "Not a rattle-snake,
you know," she added hastily, thinking that he was frightened: "only an old rattle-- quite old and
broken."

"I knew it was!" cried Tweedledum, beginning to stamp about wildly and tear his hair. "It's spoilt, of
course!" Here he looked at Tweedledee, who immediately sat down on the ground, and tried to hide
himself under the umbrella.

Alice laid her hand upon his arm, and said in a soothing tone, "You needn't be so angry about an old
rattle."

"But it isn't old!" Tweedledum cried, in a greater fury than ever. "It's new, I tell you--I bought it
yesterday--my nice NEW RATTLE!" and his voice rose to a perfect scream.



All this time Tweedledee was trying his best to fold up the umbrella, with himself in it: which was such
an extraordinary thing to do, that it quite took off Alice's attention from the angry brother. But he
couldn't quite succeed, and it ended in his rolling over, bundled up in the umbrella, with only his head
out: and there he lay, opening and shutting his mouth and his large eyes--"looking more like a fish than
anything else," Alice thought.

"Of course you agree to have a battle?" Tweedledum said in a calmer tone.

"I suppose so," the other sulkily replied, as he crawled out of the umbrella: "only she must help us to
dress up, you know."

So the two brothers went off hand-in-hand into the wood, and returned in a minute with their arms
full of things--such as bolsters, blankets, hearthrugs, table-cloths, dish-covers, and coal-scuttles, "I
hope you're a good hand at pinning and tying strings?" Tweedledum remarked. "Every one of these
things has got to go on, somehow or other."

Alice said afterwards she had never seen such a fuss made about anything in all her life--the way
those two bustled about--and the quantity of things they put on--and the trouble they gave her in
tying strings and fastening buttons--"Really they'll be more like bundles of old clothes than anything
else, by the time they're ready!" she said to herself, as she arranged a bolster round the neck of
Tweedledee, "to keep his head from being cut off," as he said.

"You know," he added very gravely, "it's one of the most serious things that can possibly happen to
one in a battle--to get one's head cut off."

Alice laughed loud, but managed to turn it into a cough, for fear of hurting his feelings.

"Do I look very pale?" said Tweedledum, coming up to have his helmet tied on. (He called it a
helmet, though it certainly looked much more like a saucepan.)

"Wella little," Alice replied gently.

"I'm very brave generally," he went on in a low voice: "only to-day I happen to have a headache."

"And I've got a toothache!" said Tweedledee, who had overheard the remark. "I'm far worse than
you!"

"Then you'd better not fight to-day," said Alice, thinking it a good opportunity to make peace.

"We must have a bit of a fight, but I don't care about going on long," said Tweedledum. "What's the
time now?"

Tweedledee looked at his watch, and said, "Halfpast four."

"Let's fight till six, and then have dinner," said Tweedledum.

"Very well," the other said, rather sadly: "and she can watch us--only you'd better not come very
close," he added: "I generally hit everything I can see--when I get really excited."

"And I hit everything within reach," cried Tweedledum, "whether I can see it or not!"

Alice laughed. "You must hit the trees pretty often, I should think," she said.

Tweedledum looked round him with a satisfied smile. "I don't suppose," he said, "there'll be a tree left
standing, for ever so far round, by the time we've finished!"

"And all about a rattle!" said Alice, still hoping to make them a little ashamed of fighting for such a
trifle.

"I shouldn't have minded it so much," said Tweedledum, "if it hadn't been a new one."

"I wish the monstrous crow would come!" thought Alice.

"There's only one sword, you know," Tweedledum said to his brother: "but you can have the
umbrella--it's quite as sharp. Only we must begin quick. It's getting as dark as it can."

"And darker," said Tweedledee.

It was getting dark so suddenly that Alice thought there must be a thunderstorm coming on. "What a
thick black cloud that is!" she said. "And how fast it comes! Why, I do believe it's got wings!"

"It's the crow!" Tweedledum cried out in a shrill voice of alarm: and the two brothers took to their
heels and were out of sight in a moment.

Alice ran a little way into the wood, and stopped under a large tree. "It can never get at me here,"
she thought: "it's far too large to squeeze itself in among the trees. But I wish it wouldn't flap its wings
so--it makes quite a hurricane in the wood-- here's somebody's shawl being blown away!"


C.W. Lewis

I apologize for the lengthiness of this blather
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camille i enjoyed reading jennifer, thank you..

logic to me is:
a mist that passes, something you can taste,hear,feel,and see
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fey die-die-die-die 000105
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jennifer I'm an idiot

that entry was not by C.W. Lewis

it was by Lewis Carroll

geez....
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typhoid logic is a pretty flower that smells bad. 000127
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nameless I hate the oysters story...

Logic hmmm.... it's something I cannot define for I'm not a very logical person though logic from my point of view is reality and reality sux therefor, does logic sux? Then again you mustn't listen to me since I have no logic
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casystotyle the soulkiller. Almost as evil as jealousy and insincerity. 001109
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pat sajaks ghost monologue:
i got a cat named tonya. i couldn't let her eat that bird. i couldn't let that happen. i met this guy from arizona. did he pack your pudding for you? the avenue was packed. that fan feels good. feel it? i need a back rub. that's true, i think. who did we meet today? a variety of interesting people. they came from somewhere in my mind. we had to teach those birds not to park near our house. she made this stuff with all this sausage, and it had all these hard things in it. nice duck. my duck is spinning. nice duck... doesn't say much, though. ow! i hit myself in the head with my duck. 010112
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unhinged logic is the death of instinct and happiness. logic is the superego at work. i throw it out the window quite often. it is of no use to me. all those grids with the x's and shaded-in boxes...i could never finish them with the sparse amount of clues provided at the top. i was better at the word puzzles. mary jane did not wear red. josh lives at 1457 maxford street. ophelia ate pretzels at the party. where does nicole live? 010424
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optic discretion Logic ... what is logic? Logic only exists because society says it's the right thing. With logic comes the end of opinion and exploration. Why if everyone was logical, we'd all be the same. The beauty of the earth lies not within its logic, but within its diversity and freedom of thought and imagination. 020127
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blown cherry Ugh! I just spent the last hour doing someone elses logic assignment and now I'm completely drained.

In many practical things which have to be done I have a tendency towards behaving logically. Sometimes I must explain my logic to others to make them understand my early steps towards achieving my goal, and sometimes they do not appreciate the logic of my methods, but I find it an efficient way to exist when called for.

When something doesn't need to be done, or is completely my responsibility and has consequences that affect only I (eg. assignments, emotional responses) I am about as logical and rational as a Vulcan during pon farr (I musta got these ears from somewhere)
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cnxn What dictates what follows? If there is no right or wrong, yet it seems certain things must be.
It seems that there is a step from the first bit to the next.
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If something has no relation to anything else, it just is. Who can dispute that? But when two are together, they are that, and a myriad other names to be known by.
But should they be together? If they were the only bits in the universe, how would we know?
We would go by intuition and say "It feels that this should be".
Feels? Emotion? Harmony, perhaps?
Introduce another bit and it becomes a bit more complicated (pun absolutely intended). And they would be arranged, and we would say "Should they be together?" and again, we would have nothing to go on but our intuition.
Should the thought "the combination of two and two" and "four" be together? It seems that way, for there are billions of bits involved in that deduction. Billions of bits from which to draw conclusions.
But as you take away more and more bits, you get to a point where logic cannot help you.
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gez two plus two equals five in the twisted world of logic . if you wish to become a logical thinking you must first study the mind of a madman 020808
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phil logic is never infallable, thus the need for logic to attempt to be correct, yet no one can say what is completely true, for things are changing, if they are, and if they are not, well that makes all the logic easier to read, and sometimes easier, a bit evil I believe. 020808
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hellen PROVE: 4 = 3
let x + y = z
(4x-3x) + (4y-3y) = (4z-3z)
4x + 4y - 3x - 3y = 4z - 3z
4x + 4y - 4z = 3x + 3y - 3z
4(x+y-z) = 3(x+y-z)
4 = 3

Without Logic, this would not be funny.
Logic is not cold, nor hard, nor in defiance of common sense.
Logic is a tool, no more or less, to help you think.
Without it, many problems (like the one above) are unconquerable.

Prize to the person who finds out what is wrong with this "proof", logically.
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pipedream logically, you cant cross out what's in the brackets and end up with just the 4 and the 3. or something like that, we had the same problem done in CS class and i thought it made sense. apparently, i was wrong. :)

logic. something i possess, but turned inside out so you don't recognize it, but it's there.
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svk if x+y=z, it is logical that x+y-z=0. and a division by zero is far from logical.
but no harm done, logic generally does more harm than good anyway...
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little robot logic...is likea form of sunshine. 040530
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andru235 people often will become
as a fiddle, tightly strung
defending logic's merits with
emotional fervor, and/or myth

there is a flipside to this paradox:
when defending emotion's random clocks
people oft resort to reason
each declares the other treason!
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andru235 people often will become
as a fiddle, tightly strung
defending logic's merits with
emotional fervor, and/or myth

there is a flipside to this paradox:
when defending emotion's random clocks
people oft resort to reason
each declares the other treason!
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andru235 people often will become
as a fiddle, tightly strung
defending logic's merits with
emotional fervor, and/or myth

there is a flipside to this paradox:
when defending emotion's random clocks
people oft resort to reason
each declares the other treason!
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andru235 sorry for the double post;
i lost contact with our host
while i try to be concise
i find that i have posted twice
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r1y9a6n4 res ipsa loquitur 050426
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andru235 veritas odium parit 050426
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