That is, suffer me to serve
you in your own kind, and I warrant it shall conduct you through
as many perplexities and contradictions, to the very same state
of scepticism that I myself am in at present.
. I assure you, Hylas, I do not pretend to frame any
hypothesis at all. I am of a vulgar cast, simple enough to
believe my senses, and leave things as I find them. To be plain,
it is my opinion that the real things are those very things I
see, and feel, and perceive by my senses. These I know; and,
finding they answer all the necessities and purposes of life,
have no reason to be solicitous about any other unknown beings. A
piece of sensible bread, for instance, would stay my stomach
better than ten thousand times as much of that insensible,
unintelligible, real bread you speak of. It is likewise my
opinion that colours and other sensible qualities are on the
{230} objects. I cannot for my life help thinking that snow is
white, and fire hot. You indeed, who by and fire mean
certain external, unperceived, unperceiving substances, are in
the right to deny whiteness or heat to be affections inherent in
.
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