He has said “truth is one thing, warranted belief another”, and when talking about rival theories he says we (1992, pp. 94, 100) “can still be even handed about the cachet of warrantedness, if not of truth”.
She tempers dulcet creams, nor theſe to hold / Wants her fit veſſels pure, then ſtrews the ground / With Roſe and Odours from the ſhrub unfum'd.
Through the faintness and the leaden horror that weighed her down she heard Ferne's voice, at first yet monotonous and low, at the last an irrepressible cry of passion: "Now there is no longer troth between us, and all thy days, by summer and by winter, thou mayst listen unabashed to tales of such as I. If I am named to thee, thou needst not blush, for now I have seared away that eve above the river, that morn at Penshurst.
The dewy grass was too slick for football.
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