Now to the philosophy class. The course was taught by an old bearded professor named
Robinson, who always mumbled. I would go to the class, and he would mumble along, and I
couldn't understand a thing. The other people in the class seemed to understand him better, but they
didn't seem to pay any attention. I happened to have a small drill, about one-sixteenth-inch, and to
pass the time in that class, I would twist it between my fingers and drill holes in the sole of my shoe,
week after week.
Finally one day at the end of the class, Professor Robinson went "wugga mugga mugga wugga
wugga . . . and everybody got excited! They were all talking to each other and discussing, so I
figured he'd said something interesting, thank God! I wondered what it was?
I asked somebody, and they said, "We have to write a theme, and hand it in in four weeks."
"A theme on what?"
"On what he's been talking about all year."
I was stuck. The only thing that I had heard during that entire term that I could remember was a
moment when there came this upwelling, "muggawuggastreamofconsciousnessmugga wugga," and
phoom!--it sank back into chaos.
This "stream of consciousness" reminded me of a problem my father had given to me many
years before. He said, "Suppose some Martians were to come down to earth, and Martians never
slept, but instead were perpetually active. Suppose they didn't have this crazy phenomenon that we
have, called sleep. So they ask you the question: 'How does it feel to go to sleep? What happens
when you go to sleep? Do your thoughts suddenly stop, or do they move less aanndd lleeessss
rraaaaapppppiidddddllllllllyyyyyyyyyyy yyy? How does the mind actually turn off?"
I got interested.
Now I had to answer this question: How does the stream of consciousness end,
when you go to sleep?
So every afternoon for the next four weeks I would work on my theme, I would pull down the
shades in my room, turn off the lights, and go to sleep. And I'd watch what happened, when I went
to sleep.
Then at night, I'd go to sleep again, so I had two times each day when I could make
observations--it was very good!
At first I noticed a lot of subsidiary things that had little to do with falling asleep. I noticed, for
instance, that I did a lot of thinking by speaking to myself internally. I could also imagine things
visually.
Then, when I was getting tired, I noticed that I could think of two things at once. I discovered
this when I was talking internally to myself about something, and while I was doing this, I was idly
imagining two ropes connected to the end of my bed, going through some pulleys, and winding
around a turning cylinder, slowly lifting the bed. I wasn't aware that I was imagining these ropes
until I began to worry that one rope would catch on the other rope, and they wouldn't wind up
smoothly. But I said, internally, "Oh, the tension will take care of that," and this interrupted the first
thought I was having, and made me aware that I was thinking of two things at once.
I also noticed that as you go to sleep the ideas continue, but they become less and less logically
interconnected. You don't notice that they're not logically connected until you ask yourself, "What
made me think of that?" and you try to work your way back, and often you can't remember what the
hell did make you think of that!
So you get every illusion of logical connection, but the actual fact is that the thoughts become
more and more cockeyed until they're completely disjointed, and beyond that, you fall asleep.
After four weeks of sleeping all the time, I wrote my theme, and explained the observations I
had made. At the end of the theme I pointed out that all of these observations were made while I
was watching myself fall asleep, and I don't really know what it's like to fall asleep when I'm not
watching myself. I concluded the theme with a little verse I made up, which pointed out this
problem of introspection:
I wonder why. I wonder why.
I wonder why I wonder.
I wonder why I wonder why
I wonder why I wonder!
We hand in our themes, and the next time our class meets, the professor reads one of them:
"Mum bum wugga mum bum . . ." I can't tell what the guy wrote.
He reads another theme: "Mugga wugga mum bum wugga wugga. . ." I don't know what that
guy wrote either, but at the end of it, he goes:
Uh wugga wuh. Uh wugga wuh
Uh wugga wugga wugga.
I wugga wuh uh wugga wuh
Uh wugga wugga wugga.
"Aha!" I say. "That's my theme!" I honestly didn't recognize it until the end.