Indeed, it seems to me that the special character of non-conceptually contentful perceptual states entails that all perceptual states contain non-conceptual content in this essentially distinct sense[…].

When she finally spoke, the word came out as a breathy whisper. “War?” ¶ “The Red Rider,” the woman agreed.

The thermostat was errantly set with a deadband from 18°C to 27°C, causing the air conditioner to not turn on below 27°C, and the heater to not come on above 18°C.

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