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Altrusim in Swans

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Tyger

Paranormal Adept
Black swan feeding Koi fish

TEXT: "Published on Sep 20, 2012: Swans feeding hungry Koi fish at Swan Lake Resort in Kending Taiwan"

Comment: "I am an animal behaviorist (Ph.D., if that counts as a facebook-qualified "expert"). Swans are perfectly capable of eating dry food, and if they were eating the food they held down to the water, you'd see them raise their heads to swallow it. Further, swans are quite aggressive, so if they didn't like the fish "stealing" the food from them, they would let them know about it in no uncertain terms (they're quite capable of injuring those koi). So, they are under no obligation to continue to "hand down" the food to the fish, and if they really wanted to eat it, they could do so without "dipping" it. For whatever reason, they are choosing to pass the food down (and do so repeatedly), and yes, this does qualify as altruism (as scholars define it, in animals), because the fish can not in any way be construed as offspring, or even familial genetic relatives, of the swans.

"Upon repeated viewing, concentrating on the behavior of the fish and specificity with which the swan on the right of the image seems to give food directly to them, I wonder if in fact the fish's "begging" behavior doesn't seem rather like a baby bird's "begging" to them, which would mean that the swans are in a sense treating the fish the way many people treat their pets, as surrogate children."
 
Beautiful, Tyger. There is so much cross-species caring and even nurturing behavior observed in wild animals as well as domesticated ones. Facebook seems to be filled with people who notice this and post photos and videos showing it. I don't know why anyone should doubt such behavioural capacities given the evident consciousness and feeling we share with the animal world we've evolved from. Thanks for posting this.
 
Beautiful, Tyger. There is so much cross-species caring and even nurturing behavior observed in wild animals as well as domesticated ones. Facebook seems to be filled with people who notice this and post photos and videos showing it. I don't know why anyone should doubt such behavioural capacities given the evident consciousness and feeling we share with the animal world we've evolved from. Thanks for posting this.

What is also interesting is that the swans are are aiding creatures that they have no 'hope' of getting anything from in return for their act - a true act of 'altruism'.

This evidence interests me because of the influence of Ayn Rand's philosophy in our economic and political discourse in recent decades.
 
"Upon repeated viewing, concentrating on the behavior of the fish and specificity with which the swan on the right of the image seems to give food directly to them, I wonder if in fact the fish's "begging" behavior doesn't seem rather like a baby bird's "begging" to them, which would mean that the swans are in a sense treating the fish the way many people treat their pets, as surrogate children."
From spending countless hours feeding ducks & swans in my childhood I think the observer here is ascribing a narrative pattern of their own making to a situation of abundance, and imbuing it with altruism. If birds are near water and dry food is coming in, like crusts of bread, then instinct has taught them to soak it first. They will always do this and continue to fight for the crumbs if resources are scarce. Given that there is an abundance of food, they couldn't care less if the koi get a free meal as they are neither predator nor threat. Those koi are not begging but following a pattern of opportunity. The swan certainly do not see them as children, just something too big to swallow.

However, this idea of animals feeling emotion, protecting herd members from predators, mourning the loss of family members and sup porting members of the group has been well documemted, along with cross species care. Animals, like us, are very emotional creatures. Our mistake has been to give primacy to the brain, and its ability to create distracting abstract thoughts like the economy.

Tyger's point about the influence of power thinkers who have chosen to use their brain in order to be selfish and promote individual survival is what happens when we break out of the collective and create waring factions. Those who dabble in the economy are occultists, taking abstract symbols and imbuing them with power and meaning. If a critical mass decides to believe in such things then new world orders ensue, bringing with it disparities and unstoppable plights for those who are not versed in the new system's symbols and languages of control.

Once I was waking home downtown Toronto at night with my partner through a dense urban neighbourhoid. In the middle of the street amongst the parked cars there was a gathering of some sort at street level. As we got closer to the scene we noticed that there was a solemn neighbourhood gathering taking place. Walking closer we noticed many neighbourhoid cats and dogs sitting still at varying distances from the main scene, paying their respects to a death in someone's family. For there in the middle of the street were four small furry faces gathered around a fallen bretheren. At first we didn't recognize them, but upon closer inspection I realized I was lóoking at the sad faces of young raccoon siblings. Large mom was standing off to the side. There were easily seven other domestic & feral animals observing this scene stoically. My partner and I were so moved we gave them a wide berth and then stood still to pay our own respects. Headlights from an approaching vehicle, the deadly thing that had killed one of theirs scared all the many onlookers who were sitting in the middle of the street. The family of raccoons crashed into a side alley, knocking over as many garbage cans as they could, signalling out their collective anger and anguish to the nieghbourhood. One of theirs had been killed by the metal creatures and their displeasure and pain would not be forgotten.
 
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What is also interesting is that the swans are are aiding creatures that they have no 'hope' of getting anything from in return for their act - a true act of 'altruism'.

This evidence interests me because of the influence of Ayn Rand's philosophy in our economic and political discourse in recent decades.

A deadly and demoralizing influence to be sure, and it fit as a hand in a glove the general dominant paradigm trickling down from materialist science.
 
From spending countless hours feeding ducks & swans in my childhood I think the observer here is ascribing a narrative pattern of their own making to a situation of abundance, and imbuing it with altruism. If birds are near water and dry food is coming in, like crusts of bread, then instinct has taught them to soak it first. They will always do this and continue to fight for the crumbs if resources are scarce. Given that there is an abundance of food, they couldn't care less if the koi get a free meal as they are neither predator nor threat. Those koi are not begging but following a pattern of opportunity. The swan certainly do not see them as children, just something too big to swallow.
Actually, I think he is doing no more than what you did later on in your post, Burnt. [see below, last comment frame]

As for the 'altruism', I ran with it from the following comment of the poster - who identifies himself as an animal behaviorist (PhD). True, enough, we cannot know the bona fides of the poster, but it being a Facebook poster, the individual was known to someone on the conversation thread. Not to undercut your childhood memories and observations ;), he states: "this does qualify as altruism (as scholars define it, in animals)" The operable phrase here is 'as scholars define it in animals'. So as the poster meant altruism - it applied to the animals. The poster points out that the swans are not actually eating the food, and that's what I saw, as well. The swans dip the food into the water but never raise their necks to swallow the food. They do this repeatedly with no benefit to themselves.
However, this idea of animals feeling emotion, protecting herd members from predators, mourning the loss of family members and sup porting members of the group has been well documemted, along with cross species care.
Absolutely on both counts. Though I have this hunch - backed up by nothing, you understand - that cross species care happens only with animals that are under the influence of humans. For example, Koko with the kittens. Has such solicitation ever been observed cross species in the wild?

Koko the Gorilla Cries Over the Loss of a Kitten

Koko the Gorilla Gets a New Pet Kitten

Tyger's point about the influence of power thinkers who have chosen to use their brain in order to be selfish and promote individual survival is what happens when we break out of the collective and create waring factions.
Part of the problem stems from a mis-reading of Darwin. The unfortunate phrase 'survival of the fittest' got interpreted and used in ways that were shorn of the initial nuances. And of course, Ms. Rand's own personal history vastly colored her thinking. IMO her views were less abstract and intellectual than very emotional, rooted in powerful feelings (sexual and otherwise).
Those who dabble in the economy are occultists, taking abstract symbols and imbuing them with power and meaning. If a critical mass decides to believe in such things then new world orders ensue, bringing with it disparities and unstoppable plights for those who are not versed in the new system's symbols and languages of control.
Methinks you denigate occultism. :cool: Or mean it here in a way I am not familiar.
The family of raccoons crashed into a side alley, knocking over as many garbage cans as they could, signalling out their collective anger and anguish to the nieghbourhood. One of theirs had been killed by the metal creatures and their displeasure and pain would not be forgotten.
Here's where you do what you say the poster to the swan video was doing, though in his case I think the image of the swans relating to the fish as 'babies' needing to be fed more probable. ;)
 
A deadly and demoralizing influence to be sure, and it fit as a hand in a glove the general dominant paradigm trickling down from materialist science.
A lot can be laid at the door of Darwin, or a mis-reading of Darwin. Darwin is an example of a scientist's work being taken up in a popular way and getting skewed as a result. My observation.
 
. . . Absolutely on both counts. Though I have this hunch - backed up by nothing, you understand - that cross species care happens only with animals that are under the influence of humans. For example, Koko with the kittens. Has such solicitation ever been observed cross species in the wild?

It's a good question whether cross-species care/empathy happens only with animals being cared for by humans. It's possible that such animals feel, comprehend, our intentions toward them and become able to behave accordingly toward other nearby animals. But I don't think that's all there is to it, as de Waal demonstrates in his studies of animal behavior in the wild. Jane Goodall and other biologists have recognized the same traits in their studies in the wild. And I have read cases in which wild animals have made extreme efforts to rescue animals of species other than their own. Also of friendships sustained by animals of different species.

One incident years ago conveyed to me the depth of feeling of wild animals for one another. My ex and I had a second-story deck from which we observed several young boys coming into our driveway with rifles of some sort and shooting a squirrel out of the trees. It fell, clearly dead, onto the driveway. We expressed outrage at what the boys had done and sent them off our property. Meanwhile, another squirrel had moved to the edge of an overhanging tree limb closest to the driveway looking down at the fallen squirrel and shrieking in evident outrage and/or grief. This went on for five minutes or longer and was heart-rending to hear and see. Not only the other young raccoons but also animals of other species were evidently moved by the sudden death of the raccoon Burnt observed at the scene he described above. What else is one to conclude but that many animals possess the same capacity for empathy that we do? Indeed, in many cases, a greater capacity than many humans do.
 
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A lot can be laid at the door of Darwin, or a mis-reading of Darwin. Darwin is an example of a scientist's work being taken up in a popular way and getting skewed as a result. My observation.

I think you would appreciate two books written by the Australian philosopher Freya Mathews that I linked in this linked post in the C&P thread yesterday:

Consciousness and the Paranormal — Part 3 | Page 31 | The Paracast Community Forums

Last night I read the pages available from her first book, The Ecological Self, at amazon and was going to recommend that others at C&P also do so. I think you will be pleased by her detailed analysis of materialist science's presuppositions.
 
Actually, I think he is doing no more than what you did later on in your post, Burnt.
I don't deny it. our time spent in nature, and even with other humans, is comprised of mostly observational guesses informed by our own suspicions and desire. It's true, the swans in the clip never raise their necks to swallow. But as it's an excerpted event, I would like to see what happens afterwards.

My event was about 20 years ago and consolidated two other unique pieces I encountered. I was reading about birds and mating partners, curious to know if birds could love and I ran into a story of one bird mourning its dead partner, for over a day, just flapping about her body, as if he could will her to live and fly again. In the same neighbourhood as the raccoon incident we used to come home from the bars to spy on the secret gatherings of cats in the little kids' park. The young cats would gamble about together, the teens busy mating but all the wise old sage cats would routinely sit under the swing sets, plotting out the demise of humanity - no altruism there, just pure scheming. I haven't seen such cat gatherings since.
Part of the problem stems from a mis-reading of Darwin. The unfortunate phrase 'survival of the fittest' got interpreted and used in ways that were shorn of the initial nuances. And of course, Ms. Rand's own personal history vastly colored her thinking. IMO her views were less abstract and intellectual than very emotional, rooted in powerful feelings (sexual and otherwise).

Methinks you denigate occultism. :cool: Or mean it here in a way I am not familiar.
I suppose I see economics as an abstract invented concept, like the stock market, nothing but an academic illusion. For me, the stock ticker symbols, like the symbols of the occult, come first and then we imbue them with emotion. While economics rallies strong emotions in its rituals of supply and demand, the occult operates on a similar principle - a rich pageantry of design for diametrically opposed reasons. While I don't mean to denigrate the occult it is this world of symbol that we've made that has separated us from our natural companions.
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In his great Gnostic retelling of the Flood myth, Timothy Findley, in Not Wanted On The Voyage focuses on this great moment of separation between us and the animals. His novel explores how our decision to place them below us has resulted in our own downfall. These constructions and abstractions of the mind, our desire to create patterns, and order, has relegated the animals to below deck status while we sacrificed our imagination for power. Meanwhile, we have used symbol to lord ourselves over others. Damn this mind of ours. Maybe we were better off as creatures of the heart, but somehow I can't see us stopping our mind from being the dominant tool, building technologies to enslave ourselves. You certainly don't see other mammals or avian flocks practicing such madness.
 
Cross Species Baby Love: Confusion or Compassion? : Animals : Nature World News
Apparently, oxytocin, the love hormone, will motivate mammals to adopt other species. The child's cry for life can be a more powerful universal cry than predatory instinct

This happens in the wild regularly.
BBC - Future - Why do animals adopt?

This reminds me of a story I liked to tell my children:

How the Giant Hippo Came to Rule a Pack of Lions

The story is told of a young lioness that was never quite accepted by the pack. The pack's behavior was motivated of course by nothing more than rejectocin, the rejection hormone.

(the tendency of story-tellers to resort to nothingmorethanism is of course modulated by nothingmorethantocin - which itself turns out to be nothing more than a collection of organic molecules, which are of course just electrons, protons and neutrons which are themselves, in turn, composed of nothing more than ... well, you get the picture, gentle reader - also, the tendency of storytellers to give asides is well known to be caused by the gene 2Bv~2B)

The oxytocin that was so plentiful in the young lioness then motivated her to nurture a sense of resentment (itself modulated by resentocin, the resentment hormone) her adrenal glands were then stimulated to release a small amount of rebeltocin, not enough to lead her to leave the pack (which would mean near certain death and therefore an end to her genetic lion) but enough for her to take action and adopt a baby hippo.

This action released the feel good hormone guessishowedyoutocin.

Turns out, by chance and necessity, the hippo is actually very sensitive to this hormone.

(The exact reasons are too complicated to explain at the moment, so I refer you to Kipling's tale of How the Hippo Got His Inflated Sense of Self-esteem.)

Anyway, the hippotic response to this hormone is to develop a very haughty demeanor - and to over-eat (it turns out haughtytosis is chemically similar to certain endocrine activating substances and may lead to obesity or even gigantism in certain animals) - the baby hippo soon grew to an enormous size and became completely immoble but utterly intimidting because the visual perception of great size in pack animals leads to a release of obsequitocin and the hippo soon rose to the rank of alpha male and it is said he rules there to this day, out in a distant part of the Savannah. His cry of hunger and pain and loneliness outrivalling the greatest of leonine predatory instincts and the most violaceous of adjectival instincts in the common writer (scriba vulgaris).

Anyway, that is the story told around campfires ... and you can believe it or not.

(And whether you do can of course be predicted by your Gullibility Index, a psycho-social measure which is nothing more than a composite of particular genetic, socio-cultural pre-dispository early childhood experiences and the ability to suspend disbelief, the gene for which is located direcly adjacent to the one determing the tensile strength of a number of ligaments in the leg and hip. The way these genes came to be side by side is another story ... for another day.)
 
This reminds me of a story I liked to tell my children:

How the Giant Hippo Came to Rule a Pack of Lions

The story is told of a young lioness that was never quite accepted by the pack. The pack's behavior was motivated of course by nothing more than rejectocin, the rejection hormone.

(the tendency of story-tellers to resort to nothingmorethanism is of course modulated by nothingmorethantocin - which itself turns out to be nothing more than a collection of organic molecules, which are of course just electrons, protons and neutrons which are themselves, in turn, composed of nothing more than ... well, you get the picture, gentle reader - also, the tendency of storytellers to give asides is well known to be caused by the gene 2Bv~2B)

The oxytocin that was so plentiful in the young lioness then motivated her to nurture a sense of resentment (itself modulated by resentocin, the resentment hormone) her adrenal glands were then stimulated to release a small amount of rebeltocin, not enough to lead her to leave the pack (which would mean near certain death and therefore an end to her genetic lion) but enough for her to take action and adopt a baby hippo.

This action released the feel good hormone guessishowedyoutocin.

Turns out, by chance and necessity, the hippo is actually very sensitive to this hormone.

(The exact reasons are too complicated to explain at the moment, so I refer you to Kipling's tale of How the Hippo Got His Inflated Sense of Self-esteem.)

Anyway, the hippotic response to this hormone is to develop a very haughty demeanor - and to over-eat (it turns out haughtytosis is chemically similar to certain endocrine activating substances and may lead to obesity or even gigantism in certain animals) - the baby hippo soon grew to an enormous size and became completely immoble but utterly intimidting because the visual perception of great size in pack animals leads to a release of obsequitocin and the hippo soon rose to the rank of alpha male and it is said he rules there to this day, out in a distant part of the Savannah. His cry of hunger and pain and loneliness outrivalling the greatest of leonine predatory instincts and the most violaceous of adjectival instincts in the common writer (scriba vulgaris).

Anyway, that is the story told around campfires ... and you can believe it or not.

(And whether you do can of course be predicted by your Gullibility Index, a psycho-social measure which is nothing more than a composite of particular genetic, socio-cultural pre-dispository early childhood experiences and the ability to suspend disbelief, the gene for which is located direcly adjacent to the one determing the tensile strength of a number of ligaments in the leg and hip. The way these genes came to be side by side is another story ... for another day.)
Methinks the lady doth protest too much and that you need to tell better campfire stories lest yer audience fall face forward into their smoretocin and start to generate a collective snoretocin. Though I like the humorous asides, the general transparent tenor of your parable is far too operatic.
 
I got attacked by a swan as a kid. I wasn't trying to grab or annoy him, probably just got too close, and he came at me like I had insulted his mother. That's why I have a hard time to believe they would share their food with fish.
Maybe they just don't like humans? I mean, with river regulation and toxic waste "disposal" in rivers and lakes and all, can't really blame'em I guess.:rolleyes:
 
Methinks the lady doth protest too much and that you need to tell better campfire stories lest yer audience fall face forward into their smoretocin and start to generate a collective snoretocin. Though I like the humorous asides, the general transparent tenor of your parable is far too operatic.

In the right venue, one's tenor can never be too operatic.

If you couldn't see through it, then I'd be worried ... and it was meant to keep those who sleep, asleep and perhaps even to lull a few into nodding off and into the fire.

As to transparency, I've been a little obsessed with a passage from Moby Dick that I'm trying to work into some fiction I'm writing:

"Now, however preposterous it may at first seem to talk of any creature's skin as being of that sort of consistence and thickness, yet in point of fact these are no arguments against such a presumption; because you cannot raise any other dense enveloping layer from the whale's body but that same blubber; and the outermost enveloping layer of any animal, if reasonably dense, what can that be but the skin?

True, from the unmarred dead body of the whale, you may scrape off with your hand an infinitely thin, transparent substance, somewhat resembling the thinnest shreds of isinglass, only it is almost as flexible and soft as satin; that is, previous to being dried, when it not only contracts and thickens, but becomes rather hard and brittle. I have several such dried bits, which I use for marks in my whale-books.

It is transparent, as I said before; and being laid upon the printed page, I have sometimes pleased myself with fancying it exerted a magnifying influence.

At any rate, it is pleasant to read about whales through their own spectacles, as you may say. But what I am driving at here is this. That same infinitely thin, isinglass substance, which, I admit, invests the entire body of the whale, is not so much to be regarded as the skin of the creature, as the skin of the skin, so to speak; for it were simply ridiculous to say,

that the proper skin of the tremendous whale is thinner and more tender than the skin of a new-born child.

But no more of this."

And no more of this, either. ;-)
 
That does it. I can no longer resist reading Moby Dick, or The Whale again, despite the time it will take. I last read it as a twelfth-grader and was gob-smacked by it. But this is no novel for twelfth-graders. This last passage you quote reminds me of the inner monologues and streams of consciousness and intensely particular allusions that move like layers of ocean water over and underneath the narrative as a whole, and of the lure of complex ideas I sensed but was unequipped to pursue at that age. The Norton Critical Edition looks like the best bet to purchase, in paper (which I prefer) but weighing in at 1.2 pounds and filling 752 pages with the text and additional critical apparatus. I'd prefer a less weighty book physically, but some great things come in large packages.




This excerpt from the critical apparatus in the Norton edition (provided on the amazon page) presents another intriguing reason for reading the novel again -- to follow the blending of the narrative voices in the novel and perhaps to understand what Melville was getting at with this intermingling of consciousnesses :

From Carl F. Hovde's Introduction to Moby-Dick

"It is clear that Melville is not Ahab, nor is he Ishmael, though here the relationship is more complicated. "Call me Ishmael," chapter I begins: The borrowed name lets us know that he will tell us only what he wants to, and that he is a man apart from his fellows. The biblical Ishmael is the illegitimate son of Abraham by Rebecca's servant Hagar, and even though the Lord is good to Ishmael later in Genesis, his half-brother, Isaac, inherits the Lord's covenant through their father (Genesis 16, 17, 21, and 25).

Melville's narrator promptly describes dark thoughts approaching self-destruction: He pauses before coffin warehouses and follows every funeral he meets. But in the novel things don't remain so grim for long. Just as the Lord in Genesis is good to Ishmael despite his illegitimacy, so Melville's Ishmael floats to rescue with his best friend's burial box. The image of death has become the means to life, a change typical of Melville's density of view and sense of ambiguity. And the narrator's depressions spoken of at the beginning are modulated by the very language in which they are described: He is serious in describing his "spleen" and the "drizzly November" in his soul, but he presents them in a way that masks the pain even as it bodies it forth. The joking tone in which that account is developed is one we hear very often from the narrator even when he speaks of serious things.

The Ishmael we hear at the beginning is in some ways the book's most illusive character because, just as the biblical name suggests an outsider, a wanderer of sorts, he wanders in and out of the novel's narrative voice as it moves along. In the early chapters he is fully present as a character as he leads us toward the Pequod, but once on board he soon melds into the crew as his storytelling duties are taken over by the much more knowledgeable narrator whose arrival is not announced, but whose presence is clear as early as chapter XXIX when we overhear an exchange between Ahab and Stubb, the second mate.

They are on the quarterdeck, where Ishmael, as a common seaman, has no right to be unless working, and even if he were he could not overhear Stubb's private thoughts as he descends into the cabin. There is much in the book that Ishmael the crew member could not see or overhear: conversations between the ship's officers, Ahab's behavior at dinner with his officers, to say nothing of Ahab's private thoughts in a dramatic monologue complete with stage directions. In "Sunset" (chap. XXXVII), the scene is "The cabin; by the stern windows; Ahab sitting alone, and gazing out." As in the preceding chapter, "The Quarter Deck" (chap. XXXVI), we have suddenly changed literary genres-we are for a short time in a play, not a novel.

As the action requires of him, Ishmael now and then returns as a man with a particular role on the ship, someone who could not have the wider knowledge we are often given. In chapter LXXII he is at one end of a rope with Queequeg at the other; in chapter XCIV he is squeezing coagulated oil back into liquid; in chapter XCVI he almost capsizes the ship; in the Epilogue he is floating with Queequeg's coffin so that the ship Rachel can bring him back to tell the story.

These are inconsistencies, but how bothersome are they? Most readers have not been much troubled. Both narrators have the same voice and personality-one simply becomes the other, and it is best to think of them as the Ishmael who acts and the Ishmael who narrates, two functions of the same identity. Often enough we may not even notice the change from one to the other because we are caught up in the action and the strange brilliance of the style.

The book's general narrator occupies a position between Ishmael, on the one hand, and Melville, on the other. We don't confuse Melville with the other two-that shared personality is the author's construction to serve his ends. But it is true that Moby-Dick is an opinionated work, and it is not surprising that the narrator sometimes expresses views that we assume to be Melville's. This is true, for example, in "The Ship" (chap. XVI), where Melville seems to wonder what it will take to turn an old American sea captain into a noble figure worthy of the greatest classical tragedies. The paragraph is a virtual recipe for what Melville will do in creating Ahab later in the book, so much so that he might have written it after he had largely finished with Ahab, and placed it early in the book as a sign of what is to come.

There are also passages in which the narrator expresses directly to the reader opinions that are appropriate to the text and are views that Melville clearly held. After explaining how property rights are established after a dead whale is temporarily abandoned, he asks, "What to the ostentatious smuggling verbalists are the thoughts of thinkers but Loose-Fish? What is the great globe itself but a Loose-Fish! And what are you, reader, but a Loose-Fish and a Fast-Fish, too?" We should be annoyed if we thought that the story line were there only to set us up for the generalization, but Melville's gifts as a storyteller prevent this: The comment rises from the action. While the passage is not about Ahab, it implies what is wrong with him-in his arrogance and isolation he denies the inevitable interdependence of personal identity and community, one of the novel's great themes.

In a novel where ambition reaches out to some of the largest matters-man's position in the natural world, the nature of charismatic rule in its moral dimensions, the very nature of reality itself-there are notable exclusions in Moby-Dick, though not through oversight. Important aspects of daily life are less represented than one would usually expect in a novel: Food, sleep, hygiene, pastimes are hardly present, nor matters of health-important on such a vessel-except for Queequeg's illness.

These exclusions come about because the literary genre closest to Moby-Dick is not the traditional prose narrative, but the epic-a form in which the texture of common life is often treated lightly to allow concentration on the protagonist and heroic action. After the nights and steaks in New Bedford's Spouter Inn and the meals of Mrs. Hussey's Nantucket chowder, there is little detail of this kind once the Pequod leaves the dock, with four-fifths of the novel still to come."
 
I got attacked by a swan as a kid. I wasn't trying to grab or annoy him, probably just got too close, and he came at me like I had insulted his mother. That's why I have a hard time to believe they would share their food with fish. Maybe they just don't like humans? I mean, with river regulation and toxic waste "disposal" in rivers and lakes and all, can't really blame'em I guess.:rolleyes:

My uncle had a pair of geese on his farm. They were the best 'watch dogs'. You have those two geese coming at you and no way you're staying in their way. ;)
 
That does it. I can no longer resist reading Moby Dick, or The Whale again, despite the time it will take. I last read it as a twelfth-grader and was gob-smacked by it. But this is no novel for twelfth-graders. This last passage you quote reminds me of the inner monologues and streams of consciousness and intensely particular allusions that move like layers of ocean water over and underneath the narrative as a whole, and of the lure of complex ideas I sensed but was unequipped to pursue at that age. The Norton Critical Edition looks like the best bet to purchase, in paper (which I prefer) but weighing in at 1.2 pounds and filling 752 pages with the text and additional critical apparatus. I'd prefer a less weighty book physically, but some great things come in large packages.




This excerpt from the critical apparatus in the Norton edition (provided on the amazon page) presents another intriguing reason for reading the novel again -- to follow the blending of the narrative voices in the novel and perhaps to understand what Melville was getting at with this intermingling of consciousnesses :

From Carl F. Hovde's Introduction to Moby-Dick

"It is clear that Melville is not Ahab, nor is he Ishmael, though here the relationship is more complicated. "Call me Ishmael," chapter I begins: The borrowed name lets us know that he will tell us only what he wants to, and that he is a man apart from his fellows. The biblical Ishmael is the illegitimate son of Abraham by Rebecca's servant Hagar, and even though the Lord is good to Ishmael later in Genesis, his half-brother, Isaac, inherits the Lord's covenant through their father (Genesis 16, 17, 21, and 25).

Melville's narrator promptly describes dark thoughts approaching self-destruction: He pauses before coffin warehouses and follows every funeral he meets. But in the novel things don't remain so grim for long. Just as the Lord in Genesis is good to Ishmael despite his illegitimacy, so Melville's Ishmael floats to rescue with his best friend's burial box. The image of death has become the means to life, a change typical of Melville's density of view and sense of ambiguity. And the narrator's depressions spoken of at the beginning are modulated by the very language in which they are described: He is serious in describing his "spleen" and the "drizzly November" in his soul, but he presents them in a way that masks the pain even as it bodies it forth. The joking tone in which that account is developed is one we hear very often from the narrator even when he speaks of serious things.

The Ishmael we hear at the beginning is in some ways the book's most illusive character because, just as the biblical name suggests an outsider, a wanderer of sorts, he wanders in and out of the novel's narrative voice as it moves along. In the early chapters he is fully present as a character as he leads us toward the Pequod, but once on board he soon melds into the crew as his storytelling duties are taken over by the much more knowledgeable narrator whose arrival is not announced, but whose presence is clear as early as chapter XXIX when we overhear an exchange between Ahab and Stubb, the second mate.

They are on the quarterdeck, where Ishmael, as a common seaman, has no right to be unless working, and even if he were he could not overhear Stubb's private thoughts as he descends into the cabin. There is much in the book that Ishmael the crew member could not see or overhear: conversations between the ship's officers, Ahab's behavior at dinner with his officers, to say nothing of Ahab's private thoughts in a dramatic monologue complete with stage directions. In "Sunset" (chap. XXXVII), the scene is "The cabin; by the stern windows; Ahab sitting alone, and gazing out." As in the preceding chapter, "The Quarter Deck" (chap. XXXVI), we have suddenly changed literary genres-we are for a short time in a play, not a novel.

As the action requires of him, Ishmael now and then returns as a man with a particular role on the ship, someone who could not have the wider knowledge we are often given. In chapter LXXII he is at one end of a rope with Queequeg at the other; in chapter XCIV he is squeezing coagulated oil back into liquid; in chapter XCVI he almost capsizes the ship; in the Epilogue he is floating with Queequeg's coffin so that the ship Rachel can bring him back to tell the story.

These are inconsistencies, but how bothersome are they? Most readers have not been much troubled. Both narrators have the same voice and personality-one simply becomes the other, and it is best to think of them as the Ishmael who acts and the Ishmael who narrates, two functions of the same identity. Often enough we may not even notice the change from one to the other because we are caught up in the action and the strange brilliance of the style.

The book's general narrator occupies a position between Ishmael, on the one hand, and Melville, on the other. We don't confuse Melville with the other two-that shared personality is the author's construction to serve his ends. But it is true that Moby-Dick is an opinionated work, and it is not surprising that the narrator sometimes expresses views that we assume to be Melville's. This is true, for example, in "The Ship" (chap. XVI), where Melville seems to wonder what it will take to turn an old American sea captain into a noble figure worthy of the greatest classical tragedies. The paragraph is a virtual recipe for what Melville will do in creating Ahab later in the book, so much so that he might have written it after he had largely finished with Ahab, and placed it early in the book as a sign of what is to come.

There are also passages in which the narrator expresses directly to the reader opinions that are appropriate to the text and are views that Melville clearly held. After explaining how property rights are established after a dead whale is temporarily abandoned, he asks, "What to the ostentatious smuggling verbalists are the thoughts of thinkers but Loose-Fish? What is the great globe itself but a Loose-Fish! And what are you, reader, but a Loose-Fish and a Fast-Fish, too?" We should be annoyed if we thought that the story line were there only to set us up for the generalization, but Melville's gifts as a storyteller prevent this: The comment rises from the action. While the passage is not about Ahab, it implies what is wrong with him-in his arrogance and isolation he denies the inevitable interdependence of personal identity and community, one of the novel's great themes.

In a novel where ambition reaches out to some of the largest matters-man's position in the natural world, the nature of charismatic rule in its moral dimensions, the very nature of reality itself-there are notable exclusions in Moby-Dick, though not through oversight. Important aspects of daily life are less represented than one would usually expect in a novel: Food, sleep, hygiene, pastimes are hardly present, nor matters of health-important on such a vessel-except for Queequeg's illness.

These exclusions come about because the literary genre closest to Moby-Dick is not the traditional prose narrative, but the epic-a form in which the texture of common life is often treated lightly to allow concentration on the protagonist and heroic action. After the nights and steaks in New Bedford's Spouter Inn and the meals of Mrs. Hussey's Nantucket chowder, there is little detail of this kind once the Pequod leaves the dock, with four-fifths of the novel still to come."

It's a wonderful book, Constance. Librivox.org maintains volunteer recordings of works in the public domain and Stuart Wills has done an excellent job of recording Moby Dick in its entirety. I used that on my long commute a few years ago, combined with reading the text and lectures by Bert Dreyfus:

Philosophy 6 | Spring 2007 | UC Berkeley : Hubert Dreyfus : Free Download & Streaming : Internet Archive

Lectures marked "Moby Dick" of course, the introductory lecture is out of order ... I thought Dreyfus had an interesting take on it in terms of moods and polytheism but there are lots of commentaries out there ... Harold Bloom also calls it a prose epic in the Shakespearean tradition and says the book is "nearly flawless" high praise from the Persnickety One.
 
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