by Richard Hughes (1938). A ripping great adventure tale of a steam freighter caught in a terrible hurriance for many days and how some men crack and some thrive under the tremendous stress, the near constant presence of death. The book has a concise summary of one version of the solution of the mind-body problem in the guise of a conversation between two Scottish engineers (it’s easiest to understand if you read it aloud).
“Weel, noo. Are we to tak’ it that a human Chreestian is compoondit o’ three pairts; his body, his min’, an’ his speerit?” MacDonald grunted. “The body dees, the speerit leeves?” MacDonald grunted again. “Than whit o’ the min’? That’s nayther speerit nor body. Yet it’s vera boont up wi’ the body. A disease o’ the body can disease the min’. A blow on the body can blot oot the min’. The min’, like the body, grawls auld an’ decays. The daith o’ the body, tha: is that the daith o’ the min’ tae?” “Alloin’ it to be,” said MacDonald. “Than the future life canna be of a vera pairsonal nature, A’ thinkin’: it is a saft, imbecile sort o’ thing ma speerit would be wi’oot ma min’: nae William Edgar Soutar at a’.”