The face and voice of an old friend whom I was just now called from my work to see.
The plan and details of my writing.
The face and gestures of my old psychology professor and the assembled class engaged in a tangling metaphysic discussion.
Some loose hair about my face distracting me.
An engagement at 7.30.
A sharp resolve to stop wool-gathering and finish this chapter.
And yet, until I stopped to examine my consciousness, I was keenly aware only of the thoughts on psychology I was trying to put on paper.
But how shall we classify these various contents?
Some are emotion, i. e., feelings; others are intellect, i. e., thoughts; still others represent determination, i. e., volition or will.