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Much like the slightly more well-known Schröedinger's Cat, Schopenhauer's Cat is a theoretical exercise.

A cat, placed in a cardboard box along with an atom that has a 50% chance of decaying and becoming radioactive and a 50% chance of remaining stable, will be extremely depressed.
The same cat, when removed from the box after a brief chat with the substance after which the substance no longer has the will to exist and the experiment looks to be a wash as your formerly potentially unstable substance weeps quietly in the corner, will claw at your arm when you put it down on the floor and shortly thereafter curl up in a ball on the floor and go to sleep.
In this regard, barring the chatting bit, it is much like a normal cat.

However, upon waking, it will quickly be depressed again. In addition, it will have acquired a certain crankiness.
So much so that it's better if you're not in the same room as it. In fact, things, in all probability, seemed considerably nicer when the cat was stuffed inside the box.
Any and all attempts to play with the cat will be met with looks of agonising despair. (Moreso than normal cats, even.)

Schopenhauer's dog is just as depressing, and will sit on the floor and stare willfully at you if placed in the same room.

Neither animal will actually move of it's own volition, and will spend a good deal of time sobbing.

disclaimer:
You will note that we remain firmly in character this week.
We don't review a book, we don't discuss how it makes us feel all tingly inside, nothing of the sort.
We're just sitting here, being completely in character, not even an impulse to comment on a book we've read recently.

So.

How's things with you?
Ready to give my trousers back yet?

technical note:
For those you of concerned, Sane Magazine is officially XML-compliant.
Observe: <sm::site="Sane Magazine">http://www.sanemagazine.com/</sm::site>
Wow.
We also work well with electricity, and play nice with HTTP.


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		archives horoscopes accessories contacts theatre fables home Add Sane Magazine to your My Netscape.		Much like the slightly more well-known Schröedinger's Cat, Schopenhauer's Cat is a theoretical exercise. A cat, placed in a cardboard box along with an atom that has a 50% chance of decaying and becoming radioactive and a 50% chance of remaining stable, will be extremely depressed. The same cat, when removed from the box after a brief chat with the substance after which the substance no longer has the will to exist and the experiment looks to be a wash as your formerly potentially unstable substance weeps quietly in the corner, will claw at your arm when you put it down on the floor and shortly thereafter curl up in a ball on the floor and go to sleep. In this regard, barring the chatting bit, it is much like a normal cat. However, upon waking, it will quickly be depressed again. In addition, it will have acquired a certain crankiness. So much so that it's better if you're not in the same room as it. In fact, things, in all probability, seemed considerably nicer when the cat was stuffed inside the box. Any and all attempts to play with the cat will be met with looks of agonising despair. (Moreso than normal cats, even.) Schopenhauer's dog is just as depressing, and will sit on the floor and stare willfully at you if placed in the same room. Neither animal will actually move of it's own volition, and will spend a good deal of time sobbing. disclaimer: You will note that we remain firmly in character this week. We don't review a book, we don't discuss how it makes us feel all tingly inside, nothing of the sort. We're just sitting here, being completely in character, not even an impulse to comment on a book we've read recently. So. How's things with you? Ready to give my trousers back yet? technical note: For those you of concerned, Sane Magazine is officially XML-compliant. Observe: <sm::site="Sane Magazine">http://www.sanemagazine.com/</sm::site> Wow. We also work well with electricity, and play nice with HTTP.


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