The first boy, after a slight wink at the second, addressed the tutor. The world exists in our conception of it. You've struck something. If we get Berkeley on the paper, I'll run that in. He wrote rapidly, and then took a turn around the room, frowning as he walked.
Ideas alone depend upon thought for their existence.
Anybody can get off stuff like that by the yard. Hume and the causal law. Instruction went forward. Their pencils worked. The causal law, etc., went into their condensed notes like Liebig's extract of beef, and drops of perspiration continued to trickle from their matted hair.