第 103 节
作者:寻找山吹      更新:2021-02-27 02:13      字数:9322
  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 tract
  and supervises the structure?
  I took up the second book; that on the philosophy of the
  organism; to read in its preface that a much…to…be…honoured
  British nobleman had established a foundation of lectures in a Scotch
  University for forwarding the study of a Natural Theology。  The term
  possessed me。  Unlike the old theology woven of myths and a fanciful
  philosophy of the decadent period of Greece; natural theology was founded
  on science itself; and scientists were among those who sought to develop
  it。  Here was a synthesis that made a powerful appeal; one of the many
  signs and portents of a new era of which I was dimly becoming cognizant;
  and now that I looked for signs; I found them everywhere; in my young
  Doctor; in Krebs; in references in the texts; indications of a new order
  beginning to make itself felt in a muddled; chaotic human world; which
  mightwhich must have a parallel with the order that revealed itself in
  the egg!  Might not both; physical and social; be due to the influence of
  the same invisible; experimenting; creating Hand?
  My thoughts lingered lovingly on this theology so well named 〃natural;〃
  on its conscientiousness; its refusal to affirm what it did not prove; on
  its lack of dogmatic dictums and infallible revelations; yet it gave me
  the vision of a new sanction whereby man might order his life; a sanction
  from which was eliminated fear and superstition and romantic hope; a
  sanction whose doctrinesunlike those of the sentimental theologydid
  not fly in the face of human instincts and needs。  Nor was it a theology
  devoid of inspiration and poetry; though poetry might be called its
  complement。  With all that was beautiful and true in the myths dear to
  mankind it did not conflict; annulling only the vicious dogmatism of
  literal interpretation。  In this connection I remembered something that
  Krebs had saidin our talk about poetry and art;that these were
  emotion; religion expressed by the tools reason had evolved。  Music; he
  had declared; came nearest to the cry of the human soul。。。。
  That theology cleared for faith an open road; made of faith a reasonable
  thing; yet did not rob it of a sense of high adventure; cleansed it of
  the taints of thrift and selfish concern。  In this reaffirmation of
  vitalism there might be a future; yes; an individual future; yet it was
  far from the smug conception of salvation。  Here was a faith conferred by
  the freedom of truth; a faith that lost and regained itself in life; it
  was dynamic in its operation; for; as Lessing said; the searching after
  truth; and not its possession; gives happiness to man。  In the words of
  an American scientist; taken from his book on Heredity; 〃The evolutionary
  idea has forced man to consider the probable future of his own race on
  earth and to take measures to control that future; a matter he had
  previously left largely to fate。〃
  Here indeed was another sign of the times; to find in a strictly
  scientific work a sentence truly religious!  As I continued to read these
  works; I found them suffused with religion; religion of a kind and
  quality I had not imag