id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
9412,"• Opening of Treatise on Man: on animal spirits. I've created two entries: one for wind and one for flame. See previous.
•MacDonald points out that these are the very metaphors that Descartes repudiates in the Meditations: ""something tenuous, like a wind or fire or ether"" (Second Meditation, 17)
•The animal heart is for Descartes the source of fire. MacDonald cites CSM I.108, I.316, III.225.
","Past Masters; MacDonald originally brought this metaphor to my attention (See his Concept of Mind, p.280)","",2003-10-09 00:00:00 UTC,2007-05-14,3623,"","",2012-01-30 20:45:14 UTC,"""The parts of the blood which penetrate as far as the brain serve not only to nourish and sustain its substance, but also and primarily to produce in it a certain very fine wind, or rather a very lively and pure flame, which is called the animal spirits.""","The parts of the blood which penetrate as far as the brain serve not only to nourish and sustain its substance, but also and primarily to produce in it a certain very fine wind, or rather a very lively and pure flame, which is called the animal spirits. For it must be noted that the arteries which carry blood to the brain from the heart, after dividing into countless tiny branches which make up the minute tissues that are stretched like tapestries at the bottom of the cavities of the brain, come together again around a certain little gland†3 situated near the middle of the substance of the brain, right at the entrance to its cavities. The arteries in this region have a great many little holes through which the finer parts of the blood can flow into this gland . . . These parts of the blood, without any preparation or alteration except for their separation from the coarser parts and their retention of the extreme rapidity which the heat of the heart has given them, cease to have the form of blood, and are called the 'animal spirits'.
(p. 100)"
22276,"",ECCO-TCP,"",2013-08-17 19:04:25 UTC,,7605,"","",2013-08-17 19:04:25 UTC,"""Oh, Jealousy!--All other Storms are Calms / To Thee!--Thou Conflagration of the Soul!""","This comes to acquaint you, That my dear Spouse is taken sick, of a sudden, and stands in need, to the utmost Degree, of that Experience in Mind-Midwifery, which you gave out Bills about, in your XXVIIth Paper.--Pray, let Doctor Jyngle be sent for, immediately: And beg him to come away, whether his Chariot is brought home or no.--We must have him, though he comes in a Wheel-barrow.--The Bearer knows how to bring him: And, pray, let his Emetics be such as will work deep, and fetch up Choler, as well as Flegm.--Rageing Jealousy is the Distemper: And, if the Bitter, and Green, and Yellow, that lie as low as my poor Fubsy's Heart, is not, all, brought away by it, he had e'en as good give her a Caudle.
BUT, unless Doctor Jyngle has better Physick, for sick Minds, than those Poetical Pills, which you prescribe, out of the Classical Dispensatory, I shall have little Faith in his Modus of Practising.--I have try'd, to no Purpose, an admirable Modern Doctor, who has given us finer Recipe's of that Kind, for Cure of either the Hot or Cold Fits of Jealousy, than the whole College of your Ancients, Greeks, and Romans, put together.--I love him at my Heart, and have most of his Lectures without Book. And, I am sure, he is profoundly skill'd in my dear Love's Distemper, by this feeling Force, with which he speaks of it:
Oh, Jealousy!--All other Storms are Calms
To Thee!--Thou Conflagration of the Soul!
(pp. 273-4)"