Frases de Charles Scott Sherrington

Charles Scott Sherrington PRS foi um histologista, microbiologista e patologista britânico.

Foi um neurofisiologista e patologista. Foi agraciado com o Nobel de Fisiologia ou Medicina de 1932, por descobertas na área da neurologia.

Para além do seu trabalho científico, Sherrrington era um homem de amplos interesses e realizações: biógrafo, historiador da medicina, poeta, desportista e bibliófilo. Também exprimiu a sua veia filosófica sobretudo no livro - O Homem e a sua Natureza - transcrição das Palestras Gifford que proferiu em 1937-1938.Foi altamente crítico em toda a sua vida e ao seu próprio trabalho, casou-se com Ethel Mary, a filha mais nova de John Ely Wright, de Preston Mamor, Suffolk. Ela era uma leal companheira e alegre, mas acabou falecendo em 1933, já ele faleceu com 95 anos de idade com as suas faculdades mentais preservadas. Wikipedia  

✵ 27. Novembro 1857 – 4. Março 1952
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Charles Scott Sherrington: Frases em inglês

“It is difficult to get a hearing from busy men for even a great new truth.”

[408247, October 1927, Listerian Oration: 1927 (delivered at the annual meeting of the Canadian Medical Association, Toronto, June 18, 1927), Canadian Medical Association Journal, 17, 10 Pt 2, 1255–1263, 20316567, https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC408247/] quote from p. 1261; This oration sponsored by the Lister Club of the Canadian Medical Association should not be confused with the Lister Oration sponsored by the Royal College of Surgeons of England.

“The brain is waking and with it the mind is returning. It is as if the Milky Way entered upon some cosmic dance. Swiftly the head mass becomes an enchanted loom where millions of flashing shuttles weave a dissolving pattern, always a meaningful pattern though never an abiding one; a shifting harmony of subpatterns.”

Man On His Nature (1942), p. 178
Contexto: In the great head-end which has been mostly darkness springs up myriads of twinkling stationary lights and myriads of trains of moving lights of many different directions. It is as though activity from one of those local places which continued restless in the darkened main-mass suddenly spread far and wide and invaded all. The great topmost sheet of the mass, that where hardly a light had twinkled or moved, becomes now a sparkling field of rhythmic flashing points with trains of traveling sparks hurrying hither and thither. The brain is waking and with it the mind is returning. It is as if the Milky Way entered upon some cosmic dance. Swiftly the head mass becomes an enchanted loom where millions of flashing shuttles weave a dissolving pattern, always a meaningful pattern though never an abiding one; a shifting harmony of subpatterns. Now as the waking body rouses, subpatterns of this great harmony of activity stretch down into the unlit tracks of the stalk-piece of the scheme. Strings of flashing and travelling sparks engage the lengths of it. This means that the body is up and rises to meet its waking day.

“The brain is a mystery; it has been and still will be. How does the brain produce thoughts? That is the central question and we have still no answer to it.”

As quoted in the article The Human Brain — Three Pounds of Mystery, in 'The Watchtower' magazine (15 July 1978)