Underlying patterns

Usage examples of schemata.

Design schemata for just about anything a mid-twenty-first-century postindustrial civilization could conceive of, freeze-dried copies of the Library of Congress, all sorts of things.

Categories, therefore, without schemata are functions only of the understanding necessary for concepts, but do not themselves represent any object.

Though his security had been excellent, the schemata had been running for many years.

Stallings had taken the schemata for the Tokyo subways that had been waiting for him in his room, courtesy of his tour company, and had done his best to study it on the short walk to the Ginza station.

And does it contain schemata for producing direct fusion weapons, military aircraft, and guns?

The various schemata purportedly demonstrating that outside forces have caused the Democrats' foreign policy debacles are long and moralistic, full of contradictory little bons mots, but lack what we used to call a point.

And some of that subsequent work might be of use to you, in these conceptual schemata of yours.

Sax sat in the seminar rooms after the weekly roundups, looking at the coffee cups and the rings of brown coffee and black kava stains on the battered wooden tabletops, the white shiny blackboard screens covered with schemata and chemical diagrams and big looping arrows pointing to acronyms and alchemical symbols that Michel would have loved, and something inside him would glow till it hurt, some parasympathetic reaction spilling out of his limbic system—now this was science, by God, this was Martian science, in the hands of the scientists themselves, working together for some collective goal that made sense, that was for the common good.

Sax sat in the seminar rooms after the weekly roundups, looking at the coffee cups and the rings of brown coffee and black kava stains on the battered wooden tabletops, the white shiny blackboard screens covered with schemata and chemical diagrams and big looping arrows pointing to acronyms and alchemical symbols that Michel would have loved, and something inside him would glow till it hurt, some parasympathetic reaction spilling out of his limbic system-now this was science, by God, this was Martian science, in the hands of the scientists themselves, working together for some collective goal that made sense, that was for the common good.

Viewed as a whole, the schemata resembled nothing so much as a gigantic molecule, which, considering their vocation, was altogether appropriate.