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           Three Dialogues Between Hylas and Philonous
                                
                         George Berkeley
                                
                              1713
                                

Copyright 1996, James Fieser (jfieser@utm.edu). See end note for
details on copyright and editing conventions. This text file is
based on the 1910 Harvard Classics edition of Berkeley's <Three
Dialogues>. Pagenation follows T.E. Jessop's 1949 edition of
<Three Dialogues>, in <The Works of George Berkeley>, Vol. 2.
This is a working draft; please report errors.[1]

                             * * * *
                                
                         THREE DIALOGUES
                             Between
                       HYLAS AND PHILONOUS
                                
  The Design of which is Plainly to Demonstrate the Reality and
                          Perfection of
                                
                         HUMAN KNOWLEDGE
                  The Incorporeal Nature of the
                                
                              SOUL
                And the Immediate Providence of a
                                
                              DEITY
                        In Opposition to
                                
                      SCEPTICS AND ATHEISTS
                                
   Also to Open a Method for Rendering the Sciences More Easy,
                     Useful, and Compendious
                                
                                

{171}

                       THE FIRST DIALOGUE

     <Philonous>. Good morrow, Hylas: I did not expect to find
you abroad so early.

     <Hylas>. It is indeed something unusual; but my thoughts
were so taken up with a subject I was discoursing of last night,
that finding I could not sleep, I resolved to rise and take a
turn in the garden.

     <Phil>. It happened well, to let you see what innocent and
agreeable pleasures you lose every morning. Can there be a
pleasanter time of the day, or a more delightful season of the
year? That purple sky, those wild but sweet notes of birds, the
fragrant bloom upon the trees and flowers, the gentle influence
of the rising sun, these and a thousand nameless beauties of
nature inspire the soul with secret transports; its faculties too
being at this time fresh and lively, are fit for those
meditations, which the solitude of a garden and tranquillity of
the morning naturally dispose us to. But I am afraid I interrupt
your thoughts: for you seemed very intent on something.

     <Hyl>. It is true, I was, and shall be obliged to you if you
will permit me to go on in the same vein; not that I would by any
means deprive myself of your company, for my thoughts always flow
more easily in conversation with a friend, than when I am alone:
but my request is, that you would suffer me to impart my
reflexions to you.

     <Phil>. With all my heart, it is what I should have
requested myself if you had not prevented me.

     <Hyl>. I was considering the odd fate of those men who have
in all ages, through an affectation of being distinguished from
the vulgar, or some unaccountable turn of thought, pretended
either to believe nothing at all, or to believe the most
extravagant things in the world. This however might be borne, if
their paradoxes and scepticism did not draw after them some
consequences of general disadvantage to mankind. But the mischief
lieth {172} here; that when men of less leisure see them who are
supposed to have spent their whole time in the pursuits of
knowledge professing an entire ignorance of all things, or
advancing such notions as are repugnant to plain and commonly
received principles, they will be tempted to entertain suspicions
concerning the most important truths, which they had hitherto
held sacred and unquestionable.

     <Phil>. I entirely agree with you, as to the ill tendency of
the affected doubts of some philosophers, and fantastical
conceits of others. I am even so far gone of late in this way of
thinking, that I have quitted several of the sublime notions I
had got in their schools for vulgar opinions. And I give it you
on my word; since this revolt from metaphysical notions to the
plain dictates of nature and common sense, I find my
understanding strangely enlightened, so that I can now easily
comprehend a great many things which before were all mystery and
riddle.

     <Hyl>. I am glad to find there was nothing in the accounts I
heard of you.

     <Phil>. Pray, what were those?

     <Hyl>. You were represented, in last night's conversation,
as one who maintained the most extravagant opinion that ever
entered into the mind of man, to wit, that there is no such thing
as <material substance> in the world.

     <Phil>. That there is no such thing as what <philosophers
call material substance>, I am seriously persuaded: but, if I
were made to see anything absurd or sceptical in this, I should
then have the same reason to renounce this that I imagine I have
now to reject the contrary opinion.

     <Hyl>. What I can anything be more fantastical, more
repugnant to Common Sense, or a more manifest piece of
Scepticism, than to believe there is no such thing as <matter>?

     <Phil>. Softly, good Hylas. What if it should prove that
you, who hold there is, are, by virtue of that opinion, a greater
sceptic, and maintain more paradoxes and repugnances to Common
Sense, than I who believe no such thing?

     <Hyl>. You may as soon persuade me, the part is greater than
the whole, as that, in order to avoid absurdity and Scepticism, I
should ever be obliged to give up my opinion in this point.

     <Phil>. Well then, are you content to admit that opinion for
true, which upon examination shall appear most agreeable to
Common Sense, and remote from Scepticism?

     <Hyl>. With all my heart. Since you are for raising disputes
{173} about the plainest things in nature, I am content for once
to hear what you have to say.

     <Phil>. Pray, Hylas, what do you mean by a <sceptic>?

     <Hyl>. I mean what all men mean -- one that doubts of
everything.

     <Phil>. He then who entertains no doubts concerning some
particular point, with regard to that point cannot be thought a
sceptic.

     <Hyl>. I agree with you.

     <Phil>. Whether doth doubting consist in embracing the
affirmative or negative side of a question?

     <Hyl>. In neither; for whoever understands English cannot
but know that <doubting> signifies a suspense between both.

     <Phil>. He then that denies any point, can no more be said
to doubt of it, than he who affirmeth it with the same degree of
assurance.

     <Hyl>. True.

     <Phil>. And, consequently, for such his denial is no more to
be esteemed a sceptic than the other.

     <Hyl>. I acknowledge it.

     <Phil>. How cometh it to pass then, Hylas, that you
pronounce me <a sceptic>, because I deny what you affirm, to wit,
the existence of Matter? Since, for aught you can tell, I am as
peremptory in my denial, as you in your affirmation.

     <Hyl>. Hold, Philonous, I have been a little out in my
definition; but every false step a man makes in discourse is not
to be insisted on. I said indeed that a <sceptic> was one who
doubted of everything; but I should have added, or who denies the
reality and truth of things.

     <Phil>. What things? Do you mean the principles and theorems
of sciences? But these you know are universal intellectual
notions, and consequently independent of Matter. The denial
therefore of this doth not imply the denying them.

     <Hyl>. I grant it. But are there no other things? What think
you of distrusting the senses, of denying the real existence of
sensible things, or pretending to know nothing of them. Is not
this sufficient to denominate a man a <sceptic>?

     <Phil>. Shall we therefore examine which of us it is that
denies the reality of sensible things, or professes the greatest
ignorance of them; since, if I take you rightly, he is to be
{174} esteemed the greatest <sceptic>?

     <Hyl>. That is what I desire.

     <Phil>. What mean you by Sensible Things?

     <Hyl>. Those things which are perceived by the senses. Can
you imagine that I mean anything else?

     <Phil>. Pardon me, Hylas, if I am desirous clearly to
apprehend your notions, since this may much shorten our inquiry.
Suffer me then to ask you this farther question. Are those things
only perceived by the senses which are perceived immediately? Or,
may those things properly be said to be <sensible> which are
perceived mediately, or not without the intervention of others?

     <Hyl>. I do not sufficiently understand you.

     <Phil>. In reading a book, what I immediately perceive are
the letters; but mediately, or by means of these, are suggested
to my mind the notions of God, virtue, truth, &c. Now, that the
letters are truly sensible things, or perceived by sense, there
is no doubt: but I would know whether you take the things
suggested by them to be so too.

     <Hyl>. No, certainly: it were absurd to think <God> or
<virtue> sensible things; though they may be signified and
suggested to the mind by sensible marks, with which they have an
arbitrary connexion.

     <Phil>. It seems then, that by <sensible things> you mean
those only which can be perceived <immediately> by sense?

     <Hyl>. Right.

     <Phil>. Doth i...
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