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It Seems To Me That You Are Solving A Problem Which Goes Beyond The Limits Of Physiology In Too Simple A Way. Physiology Has Realized Its Problem With Fortitude, Breaking Man Down Into Endless Actions And Counteractions And Reducing Him To A Crossing, A Vortex Of Reflex Acts. Let It Now Permit Sociology To Restore Him As A Whole. Sociology Will Wrest Man From The Anatomical Theatre And Return Him To History.

-Alexander Herzen

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It Seems To Me

Alexander Herzen

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It Seems To Me That You Are Solving A Problem Which Goes Beyond The Limits Of Physiology In Too Simple A Way. Physiology Has Realized Its Problem With Fortitude, Breaking Man Down Into Endless Actions And Counteractions And Reducing Him To A Crossing, A Vortex Of Reflex Acts. Let It Now Permit Sociology To Restore Him As A Whole. Sociology Will Wrest Man From The Anatomical Theatre And Return Him To History.

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