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uncertain； perhaps； more delicate； more bruised； but full of hopes which
as yet lack names； full of a new will and striving； full of a new
unwillingness and counterstriving。〃。。。。
Such was my experience with Hermann Krebs。 How keenly I remember that
new unwillingness and counter…striving！ In spite of the years it has not
wholly died down； even to…day。。。。
Almost coincident with these quickenings of which I have spoken was the
consciousness of a hunger stronger than the craving for bread and meat；
and I began to meditate on my ignorance； on the utter inadequacy and
insufficiency of my early education； on my neglect of the new learning
during the years that had passed since I left Harvard。 And I remembered
Krebs's wordsthat we must 〃reeducate ourselves。〃 What did I know？ A
system of law； inherited from another social order； that was utterly
unable to cope with the complexities and miseries and injustices of a
modern industrial world。 I had spent my days in mastering an inadequate
and archaic codewhy？ in order that I might learn how to evade it？ This
in itself condemned it。 What did I know of life？ of the shining universe
that surrounded me？ What did I know of the insect and the flower； of the
laws that moved the planets and made incandescent the suns？ of the human
body； of the human soul and its instincts？ Was this knowledge acquired
at such cost of labour and life and love by my fellow…men of so little
worth to me that I could ignore it？ declare that it had no significance
for me？ no bearing on my life and conduct？ If I were to rise and go
forwardand I now felt something like a continued impulse； in spite of
relaxations and revoltsI must master this knowledge； it must be my
guide； form the basis of my creed。 Iwho never had had a creed； never
felt the need of one！ For lack of one I had been rudely jolted out of the
frail shell I had thought so secure； and stood； as it were； naked and
shivering to the storms； staring at a world that was no function of me；
after all。 My problem； indeed； was how to become a function of it。。。。
I resolved upon a course of reading； but it was a question what books to
get。 Krebs could have told me； if he had lived。 I even thought once of
writing Perry Blackwood to ask him to make a list of the volumes in
Krebs's little library； but I was ashamed to do this。
Dr。 Strafford still remained with me。 Not many years out of the medical
school； he had inspired me with a liking for him and a respect for his
profession； and when he informed me one day that he could no longer
conscientiously accept the sum I was paying him； I begged him to stay on。
He was a big and wholesome young man； companionable； yet quiet and
unobtrusive； watchful without appearing to be so； with the innate as well
as the cultivated knowledge of psychology characteristic of the best
modern physicians。 When I grew better I came to feel that he had given
his whole mind to the study of my case； though he never betrayed it in
his conversation。
〃Strafford；〃 I said to him one morning with such an air of unconcern as I
could muster； 〃I've an idea I'd like to read a little science。 Could you
recommend a work on biology？〃
I chose biology because I thought he would know something about it。
〃Popular biology； Mr。 Paret？〃
〃Well； not too popular； I smiled。 〃I think it would do me good to use my
mind； to chew on something。 Besides； you can help me over the tough
places。〃
He returned that afternoon with two books。
〃I've been rather fortunate in getting these；〃 he said。 〃One is fairly
elementary。 They had it at the library。 And the other〃 he paused
delicately； 〃I didn't know whether you might be interested in the latest
speculations on the subject。〃
〃Speculations？〃 I repeated。
〃Well； the philosophy of it。〃 He almost achieved a blush under his tan。
He held out the second book on the philosophy of the organism。 〃It's the
work of a German scientist who stands rather high。 I read it last
winter； and it interested me。 I got it from a clergyman I know who is
spending the winter in Santa Barbara。〃
〃A clergyman！〃
Strafford laughed。 〃An 'advanced' clergyman；〃 he explained。 〃Oh； a lot
of them are reading science now。 I think it's pretty decent of them。〃
I looked at Strafford； who towered six feet three； and it suddenly struck
me that he might be one of the forerunners of a type our universities
were about to turn out。 I wondered what he believed。 Of one thing I was
sure； that he was not in the medical profession to make money。 That was
a faith in itself。
I began with the elementary work。
〃You'd better borrow a Century Dictionary；〃 I said。
〃That's easy；〃 he said； and actually achieved it； with the clergyman's
aid。
The absorption in which I fought my way through those books may prove
interesting to future generations； who； at Sunday…school age； when the
fable of Adam and Eve was painfully being drummed into me （without any
mention of its application）； will be learning to think straight；
acquiring easily in early youth what I failed to learn until after forty。
And think of all the trouble and tragedy that will have been averted。 It
is true that I had read some biology at Cambridge； which I had promptly
forgotten； it had not been especially emphasized by my instructors as
related to lifecertainly not as related to religion： such incidents as
that of Adam and Eve occupied the religious field exclusively。 I had
been compelled to commit to memory； temporarily； the matter in those
books； but what I now began to perceive was that the matter was secondary
compared to the view point of scienceand this had been utterly
neglected。 As I read； I experienced all the excitement of an old…
fashioned romance； but of a romance of such significance as to touch the
very springs of existence； and above all I was impressed with the
integrity of the scientific methodan integrity commensurate with the
dignity of manthat scorned to quibble to make out a case； to affirm
something that could not be proved。
Little by little I became familiar with the principles of embryonic
evolution； ontogeny； and of biological evolution； phylogeny； realized；
for the first time； my own history and that of the ancestors from whom I
had developed and descended。 I； this marvellously complicated being；
torn by desires and despairs； was the result of the union of two
microscopic cells。 〃All living things come from the egg；〃 such had been
Harvey's dictum。 The result was like the tonic of a cold douche。 I
began to feel cleansed and purified； as though something sticky…sweet
which all my life had clung to me had been washed away。 Yet a question
arose； an insistent question that forever presses itself on the mind of
man； how could these apparently chemical and mechanical processes； which
the author of the book contented himself with recording； account for me？
The spermia darts for the egg； and pierces it； personal history begins。
But what mysterious shaping force is it that repeats in the individual
the history of the race； supervises the orderly division of the cells； by
degrees directs the symmetry； sets aside the skeleton and digestive tra