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353 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2009
"Taxonomy is instead a science born out of an ancient human practice--the ordering and naming of life--out of the urgings of the human umwelt. The umwelt quickly became the field's great and enduring weakness, however, because the umwelt's vision of life turns out to be absolutely the wrong thing upon which to base a science." (Chapter 1)
"taxonomy was born not as a scholarly endeavor, not as an intellectual pursuit, but as a human predilection, a hard-wired and ageless tradition." (Chapter 7)
"the history of taxonomy should instead be viewed as the story of the emergence of an actual science out of a long and thoroughly unscientific human tradition. It should be viewed as the slow and painful wrenching away of a discipline from the call of the vision of life that inspired it, from our deepest and most profound connection to what lives." (Chapter 12)
"The war against the human umwelt--amidst the triumph of the birth of a modern science and the tragedy of the discovery of a dying world--already had been won." (Chapter 10)
"barnacles were thought to have miniature geese, fully formed, hidden inside them, the so-called barnacle geese. (Barnacle geese, of course, hatch from eggs, like all other respectable geese.)" (Chapter 3)
"It was just one single sort of little creature, one barnacle; how tough could it be? But as Darwin pondered his barnacles, he could have no idea what he was getting himself into. [...] Darwin was about to begin a side project of epic proportions, what would be eight grueling years of struggle all over the barnacles. [...] But the suffering was all worth it, because Darwin felt he was unveiling one barnacle blockbuster after another. [...] Darwin was in barnacle heaven, completely smitten. Each new finding was a wonder to him and a matter of real urgency. [...] That was how the barnacle work had gotten so completely out of hand. That was why what should have been a tidy array of barnacle species was in Darwin's mind a helter-skelter chaotic mess. [...] he was more than ready to be finished. 'I hate a barnacle as no man ever did before,' he would write, 'not even a sailor in a slow-sailing ship.' " (Chapter 3)
"Darwin had only succeeded in turning what was already going to be a difficult job into a monstrously difficult one." (Chapter 3)
"Alternating between ranting and raving against one another and ever more ashamedly lurking about in the dusty halls of museums, taxonomists were being left behind, ancient-seeming relics in the otherwise lively new science of biology." (Chapter 4)
"evolutionary taxonomists, those rugged curmudgeons" (Chapter 7)
"The cladists, however, seemed to find it great fun. Even though they were busy killing off one group after another, the ritual killing of the fish seemed to be a particular favorite. They took a special glee in reenacting the sacrifice to every audience, which would reliably be stunned, angry, irritated, and disbelieving." (Chapter 10)
"There were personal vendettas, romances, backstabbings, self-sacrifices, betrayals, and death by friendly fire. As Joseph Felsenstein, a statistician working on problems in taxonomy, remarked, 'Someday someone will write the history of this infighting; perhaps only those who were there will believe it.'" (Chapter 10)
"Never mind that defining a species was like trying to capture, in words, a moment in time, a bit of the flow of a river, a thing that by its very nature was ever-changing and had no clear beginning or end." (Chapter 4)
"Never mind that there remains no agreed-upon definition for a species or that there will almost certainly never be one. Never mind that a species is in fact an ever-evolving entity, as opposed to a fixed, definable, delineated thing. Species are what we cannot help but see." (Chapter 12)
"if you want to call that branch of the tree of life the dinosaurs, then you'll have to declare the birds dinosaurs as well. Suddenly, dinosaurs are no longer extinct. There goes one now--perhaps a pigeon flying past your window, a mourning dove on the telephone wire, the dino that coos softly about your home." (Chapter 10)