The Red Queen_ Sex and the Evolution of Human Nature - Matt Ridley [12]
The discovery and description of human nature and how it differs from the nature of other animals is as interesting a task as any that science has faced, on a par with the quest for the atom, the gene and the origin of the universe. Yet it is a task that science has consistently shied away from. The greatest ‘experts’ our species has produced on the subject of human nature were people like the Buddha and Shakespeare, not scientists or philosophers. The biologists stick to animals; those who try to cross the line, as Harvard’s Edward Wilson did in his book Sociobiology in 1975, are vilified with accusations of political motives.14 Meanwhile the human scientists proclaim that animals are irrelevant to the study of human beings and that there is no such thing as a universal human nature. The consequence is that science, so coldly successful at dissecting the Big Bang and DNA, has proved spectacularly inept at tackling what the philosopher David Hume called the greatest question of all: why is human nature what it is?
CHAPTER TWO
The Enigma
Birth after birth the line unchanging runs,
And fathers live transmitted in their sons;
Each passing year beholds the unvarying kinds,
The same their manners, and the same their minds.
Till, as erelong successive buds decay,
And insect-shoals successive pass away,
Increasing wants the pregnant parent vex
With the fond wish to form a softer sex …
Erasmus Darwin,
The Temple of Nature, or the Origin of Society
Zog the Martian steered her craft carefully into its new orbit and prepared to re-enter the hole in the back of the planet, the one that had never been seen from Earth. She had done it many times before and she was not so much nervous as impatient to be home now. It had been a long stay on Earth, longer than most Martians made, and she could not wait for a long argon bath and a glass of cold chlorine. It would be good to see her colleagues again. And her children. And her husband – she caught herself and laughed. She had been on Earth so long she had even begun to think like an Earthling. Husband indeed! Every Martian knew that no Martian had a husband. There was no such thing as sex on Mars. Zog thought with pride of the report in her knapsack: ‘Life on Earth: the reproduction enigma solved.’ It was the finest thing she had ever done; promotion could not be denied her now, whatever Big Zag said …
A week later, Big Zag opened the door of the Earthstudy Inc. committee room and asked the secretary to send Zog in now. Zog entered and sat in the seat assigned to her. Big Zag avoided her eyes as she cleared her throat and began.
‘Zog, this committee has read your report