LiBRARY 'TV OF ^NIA ,:IEGO t o -^ ^&^r / - presented to the LIBRARY UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA SAN DIEGO by FRIENDS OF THE LIBRARY ME. JOHN C. ROSE donor The Story of Thought and Feeling The Story of Thought and Feeling BY FREDERICK RYLAND, M.A. Author of " Psychology, an Introductory Manual" etc. LONDON GEORGE NEWNES, LIMITED SOUTHAMPTON STREET, STRAND 1900 PREFACE THIS little book is intended to serve as an intro- duction to the study of some portions of the field of Psychology. It deals with the elementary phenomena of mental life in a more or less con- crete and simple fashion, and avoids technicalities as much as possible; not entirely, however, because no clear notions can be obtained in any department of human knowledge without the use of at least a few technical terms. My chief object has been to give a clear outline, free from discussions on method and free from confusing detail. The book was written before Professor Bald- win's volume in the present series (The Story of the Mind) was published. I may perhaps be permitted to recommend that work as a most valuable sequel to the present. FKEDERICK EYLAND. PUTNEY. CONTENTS CHAP. PACK. I. THE STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS 9 II. MENTAL IMAGES 36 III. PERCEPTION AND ILLUSION - 58 IV. THE DATA OF PERCEPTION - 83 V. HOW WE COME TO KNOW THE POSI- TION OF THINGS - - 107 VI. FEELING - - - 119 VII. MOVEMENT AND WILL - - 149 VIII. THOUGHT AND LANGUAGE - - l86 The Story of Thought and Feeling CHAPTER I THE STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS As I walk down this suburban street, my mind is occupied by a series of " objects,' 7 to which I assign an existence apart from and external to myself. The road and the pavement, the red fronts of the houses, the trees in the garden, the butcher's cart, the children going to school, and the cloudy sky, I know to be somehow in my mind ; they are (as 1 am at the present moment aware of them) ideas of my own. But I also know that, in a sense, they have a reality apart from myself, and that % if I were to die or to drop unconscious on the pavement they would con- tinue to exist as realities. What leads me to attribute to them an existence independent of my consciousness we shall have to consider later; for the present let us remember that these ideas are by psychologists called percept*, and the act of having such percepts is called perception. Under certain conditions I may have a long series of such pcvcepts without interruption ; the 9 10 THE STORY OF THOUGHT AND FEELING mind passes from one to another without any- thing to divert it. Sometimes a part of the series is, so to speak, doubled on itself. As I follow with my eyes the figure of a friend on a bicycle, I turn my head and that part of the road through which I have passed recurs to me ; the same houses appear again, but in the opposite order, and other changes in the percepts appear. I recognise them as essentially the same, how- ever, in spite of minor changes. Less clearly in the background, as it were, of my mind I am occasionally aware of other percepts more pecu- liar to myself the pressure of my clothes, the pressure of my boots on my feet, and of my feet on the pavement, the scent and flavour of my cigarette, perhaps a little headache. These less important percepts do not arouse much interest at the moment, but they are in some sense present, and could be brought into fuller con- sciousness if something called my attention to them. In addition to these ideas of things actually present, or percepts, I am aware of ideas of a different character coming before my mind. I see a neighbour coming from his house, and I suddenly remember that last time I saw him I promised to lend him a book. Then an idea of a quite distinct type presents itself, brought into my consciousness by the percept of my neighbour. The name of the book and the appearance of the book are, in a way, present to me, so are the cir- cumstances under which I made the promise, and the polite expressions of pleasure with which he Acknowledged my offer. But if I cast one of THE STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS 11 those side-glances which people call introspective, or if, within a short time, I recall the contents of my mind at this moment of recollection, I shall notice that these new ideas have a character in many ways distinct from the percepts which had previously occupied my attention. They are fainter, less full of detail, less impressive. I do not attribute to them the same immediate reality that I do to the percepts of the houses, the garden-fence, and my neighbour himself. They are more easily put aside. Unless I close my eyes I cannot shut out percepts entirely from my mind. If I am a careful mental observer, I am indeed aware that this affair of the book has somewhat thrust the other ideas, the percepts, into the background. But they will come back into full consciousness instantly if I let my eyes wander or my interest in the promise lapse. The objects of my percepts are here and now before me ; the objects of these other ideas, my memories or images, are away from me. Under ordinary circumstances, then, memories or images are harder to keep in my mind than the others, as well as less vivid and clear ; and I do not believe that they refer to things immediately present to me. Let us suppose that my neighbour does not see me, and continues his walk in front of me as I go down the road. I suddenly see a carriage drive by, and I recognise a local medical man ; this percept leads to a fresh train of memories ; I recall that another neighbour has been seri- ously ill, and I wonder how he is ; I think that I ought to have called or sent to know how he is. 12 THE STORY OF THOUGHT AND FEELING I resolve to call on my way back. This leads to fresh memories. There are other things to be seen to on my way home, and there I had nearly forgotten it a telegram to despatch on my way to the station. Just then I hear a bell, and this percept, which derives all its impulsive force from the fact that I recognise it as the station-bell, rouses me effectually. All my small anxieties disappear, and I hurry forward in the hope of catching my train. Let us stop here and consider the result of this little bit of introspective observation somewhat more closely. I notice that there has been a series of mental facts before me ; and that the percepts and memories, although they differ, yet form one series more or less continuous. True, there has been constant change ; but the changes have, as a rule, been gradual, one percept slowly passing into another, one image giving place without any appreciable gap to the next, Once or twice, indeed, there has been a more or less sudden intrusion. The railway bell, for instance, seemed to cut the series in two ; a new set of images rushed upon me, I thought of the station, of the train running into it, of the fact that I really must not miss this train. But reflection, or as it is sometimes called, retrospection (which I must confirm by direct introspection when I get an op- portunity) shows me that side by side with this great and sudden change in the principal series of memories certain other ideas persisted, namely those percepts of the road, the houses, the slcy, and so on ; as well as the less prominent percepts derived from the contact with my clothes, from THE STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS 13 my cigarette, etc. They may have been all over- looked at the time, but they were there, and they helped to give the sense of continuity to the main stream. Whenever we observe the contents of our mind we shall find the same thing. There is always constant change going on in it ; and there is yet a substantial sameness. It is true that gaps do appear in it. When we wake up in the morning from a dreamless sleep and when we drop oft' into sleep at night, there is, no doubt, a breach. Some psychologists con- sider that there is always a small degree of con- sciousness present even in the deepest sleep; but for all practical purposes AVG may agree with Locke that the train of consciousness is some- times broken, or, as he puts it, that " the mind thinks not always. 1 ' The reader can test this for himself by taking laughing-gas. My own ex- perience tells me that ordinarily, though not always, there is an absolute gap in time between the two trains of consciousness, before and after I have inhaled it ; although of course there are a great many percepts common to the two. for in- stance, the dentist's room, the operator, and so on. The thoughtful reader may ask, What is it, then, that constitutes the link between the two ? How is it that they are both mine, that the new train of percepts and images will have a practical identity with the old I This question is an ex- tremely interesting one, but AVC must content ourselves fcr the present with merely noting the difficulty and leaA'ing it unsoh'ed. Continuing to reflect on my train of conscious- ness, I notice further that the different percepts 14 THE STORY OF THOUGHT AND FEELING and images did not all interest me to the same degree or in the same way. Some, as we saw, never took any real hold of my mind ; such Avere the sensations due to my clothes. Others, for instance, the butcher's cart, got only a momentary glance; while yetothers occupied all myattention. Such were the memory of my broken promise and the percept of the station-bell. Those that