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479 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1985
Good arguments don't provide nearly as much insight into human thought, for we can simply say that we have seen nature aright and have properly pursued the humble task of mapping things accurately and objectively. But bad arguments must be defended in the face of nature's opposition, a task that takes some doing. The analysis of this "doing" often provides us with insight into the ideology or thought processes of an age, if not into the modes of human reasoning itself. (p. 284)
We would say today that Maupertuis's basic insight was correct: complexity cannot arise from formless potential; something must exist in the egg and sperm. But we now how a radically different concept of this "something." Where Maupertuis could not think beyond actual parts, we have discovered programmed instructions. [...] Programmed instructions were not part of the intellectual equipment of eighteenth-century thinkers. Music boxes pointed in the right direction, but the first revolutionary invention based on programmed instructions, the Jacquard loom, was not introduced until the early 1800s. [...] How could Maupertuis imagine the correct solution to his dilemma [...] in a century that had no player pianos, not to mention computer programs?
We often think, naïvely, that missing data are the primary impediments to intellectual progress—just find the right facts and all problems will dissipate. But barriers are often deeper and more abstract in thought. We must have access to the right metaphor, not only to the requisite information. Revolutionary thinkers are not, primarily, gatherers of facts, but weavers of new intellectual structures.
Contrary to the romantic image of science and exploration, many important discoveries are made in museum drawers, not under adverse conditions in the parched Gobi or the freezing Antarctic. And so it must be, for the nineteenth century was the great age of collecting -- and leading practitioners shoveled up material by the ton, dumped it in museum drawers, and never looked at it again. (p. 249)