Posted tagged ‘horses’

Adventures in Diplomacy: UK-Vatican edition

April 24, 2010

Actually, there were some useful suggestions here.

Though on reflection, the memo in quesiton may be better read as the fastest “I think I may be more suited to a different line of work” composition since Kurt Vonnegut delivered his resignation note to his bosses at Sports Illustrated.

Image:  The sacrificial death of Marcus Curtius (1550/52) by Paolo Veronese

Tim has Competition for the Palin Snark Prize…

September 2, 2008

…from the Post’s usually more acquiescent Richard Cohen.  Recall that I awarded Tim from Balloon Juice for that prestigious award for this post.  Now in a column that is astonishingly rich in the Pirana Brothers‘ most feared weapon, Cohen gets off a wealth of zingers.  Given my many years of middle and high school Latin, I have to give pride of place to this.  Weighing Newt Gingrich’s praise of Palin as a national security treasure, given her time as head of the Alaska National Guard, Cohen writes:

It’s a pity Gingrich was not around when the Roman Emperor Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus, better known by his nickname Caligula, reputedly named Incitatus as a consul and a priest. Incitatus was his horse.


I’ll have more to say about Palin’s science gap later today, so for now, consider this a bit of entertainment to have with your mid-afternoon coffee and cookies.

(What?  You don’t break for coffee and cookies around 3.  You should.)

Darwin Day: A portrait of the naturalist at home

February 12, 2008

February 12 is an auspicious day, at least by my lights — birthday to two of my heroes, Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin.

Much is being made of Darwin day around the science blogosphere — for a start you can search out Science Blogs and check Darwin Day under hot topics. I’ll leave the heavy lifting to those more knowledgable than I — but I couldn’t let the day pass by without any kind of mention

Much of Darwin’s writing is available online. My favorite way to pass (waste?) a little time is to look through the enormous correspondence now up at the site — 5000 letters, up to about 1868. In honor of the great man’s birthday, (199 — next up is the big year), I looked for what something that might give us a clue as to what he was thinking about 150 years ago today.

There’s no letter from the 12th, but on February 11, 1858, Charles did write to his son, William. It’s a nice little note, ordinary family news — mixed in with just a hint of what made Darwin, Darwin.

We learn that William has been at least acceptably conscientious about writing home from a visit to Norfolk. We find that Darwin doesn’t think much of that county, though he admits he’s never been there. (That’s a reminder, for those of you keeping score, of the peculiar Darwin fact that after the extraordinary adventure of the voyage of the Beagle, Charles remained just about as stationary as it was possible to be — the more so after he, Emma and the children moved from London to Down House in Kent in 1842.)

The older Darwin tells his son of some minor matters of family business: their gray mare has turned out to be too skittish — nearly overturning the cart a few days earlier — so off she must go for 25 quid to the local horse dealer. Darwin grumbles a bit — “indeed it is very inconvenient for us being with only one horse,” but tells William that he will not replace the ill-favored mare until the summer holidays.

And then, with no change in tone, Charles sets William to work:

As Norfolk is near Suffolk, look out for me, whether there are near you any Suffolk Punches or large Cart-Horses of a Chesnut colour; if so please observe whether they have a dark stripe or band down the spine to root of tail; also for mere chance, whether any trace of a cross stripe on the shoulder, where the Donkey has, & any cross-stripes on the legs.

Darwin, of course, had already written about the significance of stripes and other markings on horses. He had already written a brief essay on the significance of the striped markings of horses and their relatives the year before as part of what would become the “Laws of Variation” chapter of The Origin of Species (pp 127-131 in this online version of the 6th edition). The Origin would not be published until 1859, though, (making next year both Darwin’s bicentennial and the 150th anniversary of the publication of the most important book since Newton’s Principia).

In other words: if you read the Origin, and even more if you dive into the long slog that is The Descent of Man you quickly come under the spell of Darwin’s gentle but relentless accumulation of facts, organized around one never-wavering thread of argument.

Darwin did not triumph by direct, exuberant attack — that was Huxley’s job, ably taken up these days by all the usual suspects. Instead, he lulled friend and foe alike with observation after observation, striped horse after barred donkey. You come out the other side enmeshed — not in the grandeur of this view of the world — but in its accuracy, the coherence in which Darwin has organized all his disparate knowledge into a single convincing whole.

And in this one letter, written the day before his birthday 150 years ago, you can see Darwin in his gentle way storing up yet more ammunition in an arsenal he never ceased to accumulate. The passage was already written — but the book was not yet in print. Do be a good boy, William, and just take a look at a couple of Suffolk horses for me…

And then it’s back to the family — a trip to London in the offing, a vase to be sold to pay for some new watercolors that will, Charles promises William, “make the new Drawing Room look stunning”– after, that is, Darwin pays the surveyor for the work done on the house. Charles, in full parental mode, asks for reports on school work, and then says good bye:

–“My dear old fellow | Yours affect | C. Darwin”

There it is:  Charles at home.

How did Darwin do his great work?  This is how:  through his own observations; through years of thought; and through the community of affection and interest he created around him — the family, friends and strangers who supplied him with the knowledge he could not discover himself.  At the heart of the whole enterprise:  the fact that Darwin always, in any circumstance, even in a casual note to his son, found his way to one more fact.

Images:  Charles Darwin with his son William, 1842.  Daguerrotype

Gong Kai, “Emaciated Horse” after 1279.  Location:  Osaka Municipal Museum.  Source for both images:  Wikimedia Commons.