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I am the Walrus: P1 Final
March 1, 2009, 9:14 pm
Filed under: Alice, Animal Humanities

Author’s note: First and foremost, I would like to address my readers. I believe the readers play an intricate role to the text. How they interpret the text tells far much more about themselves and their culture than any writing could ever do. So in accordance to that remark, I will be writing in the first person. Yes, first person in an analytical response. For shame, but I believe it is a vital tool in unearthing the animal cruelty in Lewis Carroll’s writing. Furthermore, I will not conclude by summarizing my thoughts. Instead, I will provoke the reader (and myself) to think. Some may call this food for thought, but I digress that the questions are ones that Time would not allow me to answer.

I am the Walrus: Animal Suffering and Lewis Carroll

Click to play: I am the Walrus by The Beatles[1]


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The premise of the 1967 The Beatles song, “I am the Walrus,” is attributed to Lewis Carroll’s poem, “The Walrus and the Carpenter,” from the book Through the Looking Glass (1871). The Beatles nonsensical and psychedelic lyrics hold true to Carroll’s imagined world, although they did not fully understand that the Walrus was essentially the villain of Carroll’s story because they have identified usus being all of humanity—with the Walrus. Indeed, the lyric “I am he/ as you are he/ as you are me/ and we are all together…”[3] demonstrates the identification with the Walrus, who hardheartedly eats a family of oysters and leaves none for his human cohort the Carpenter. He is greedy, apathetic, and altogether unkind. Yet The Beatles decided to write a lyrical contribution to the character, albeit with the influence of acid. This brings me to my earlier note—how you interpret the text reveals much more about yourself than the writing.

Reductio ad Absurdum: Lewis Carroll and Vivisection

Before delving into the depths of animal depravity in “The Walrus and the Carpenter,” I would like to set a basic foundation for Carroll’s opinion on the treatment of animals. In his 1875 essay, “Some Popular Fallacies about Vivisection,” he makes a clear distinction between animal suffering and animal death. The essay, by and large, introduces the two polarized opinions of animal “rights”. One being, “That the infliction of pain on animals is a right of man, needing no justification,” and the other, “That it is in no case justifiable.”[4] Here, Carroll wants to bring the reader to a happy medium by expressing that death is sometimes necessary, but prolonged pain is needless and cruel.

Yet, in Carroll’s eyes, pain is in no way justifiable. The seemingly never-ending torture of a creature is the true crime, where as a quick and painless death is seen as humane. He stresses the argument that death and pain are not homogenous by taking a statement from pro-vivisectionist Mr. Freeman and retaliating with a logical contradiction:

The only question worth consideration is whether the killing of an animal is a real infringement of right…[it] is illogical to assign rights to animals in proportion to their size. Never may we destroy, for our convenience, some of a litter of puppies—or open a score of oysters when nineteen would have sufficed—or light a candle in a summer evening for mere pleasure, lest some hapless moth should rush to an untimely end! Nay, we must not even take a walk, with the certainty of crushing many an insect in our path…[5]

With this, Carroll forces himself and the reader to draw a line—we must determine when anti-cruelty becomes an absurdity to follow. As with the Tiny Toon Adventures episode that I uploaded, the writer suggests, “Where does the line end?” by showing the pain of vegetables.

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If plants endure the same pain and suffering as an animal (or human), then would it not be considered cruel to rip an ear of corn off its stalk and boil it in water to then eat? If the stalk bled red once the ear was torn off, or if the corn shrieked as the water scalded, the same logic of animal cruelty must be applied. The problem is that vegetables cannot voice their pain, therefore we do not listen. The same goes for the cries of the moth and the pleas of the insect—we cannot hear them. A practical solution must be made, which is Carroll’s message, for not all of us can turn to Jainism where a minimum amount of harm is equally given to both animals and plants. The solution, then, is separating and treating death and cruelty as separate entities.

An important aspect of “Some Popular Fallacies about Vivisection” is to remember that Carroll wrote it in 1875, one year before the Cruelty to Animals Act 1876. For this reason, the distinction between contemporary and past vivisection must be made. Do not read it as if Carroll is writing in 2009, but take into consideration the differences and improvements made in the past century, for Carroll writes about the immoral complications scientists face with the act of vivisection. One blogger that responded to Carroll’s essay had this to say:

If Carroll knew that more than a century later scientists have to go through rigorously monitored procedures to get permission to do anything involving animals, that there are alternatives involving cell cultures, fake animals, or computer modelling to reduce the need for animals in research or teaching to the absolute minumum, that any animals used are better cared for than many pets, and not purposely hurt, would he approve? I think he would. I think all of his concerns are dealt with, and what’s more: nobody would even dare kill part of litter of puppies for convenience![7]

However, I strongly believe that the core moral implications that Carroll suggested still exist today, “The lust for scientific knowledge is our real guiding principle. The lessening of human suffering is a mere dummy set up to amuse sentimental dreamers.”[8] The weight of the Cruelty to Animals Act 1876 held during the Victorian era is questionable. Even now, such anti-vivisection or anti-cruelty laws are not strictly followed. The scientific world still seems to function on efficiency and cost. The quicker, the cheaper, the better.

my experience, scientists are not minimizing the need for animal research. Robert Titus demonstrated to the class that thousands of birds were beheaded in the animal research labs for no particular reason. No scientific good was coming from it, no new discoveries were surfacing, yet bird after bird was killed.

In January, I attended a lecture by Tyrone Hayes about the chemical effects of atrazine in our water. The study was conducted on various types of frogs in order to ban the chemical from use. The results were that the frogs were born as hermaphrodites. In the testes, males were capable of successfully producing eggs.


“Atrazine induces gonadal malformations in males. The testes in this Northern leopard frog have been feminized. Not only have eggs developed, but they have accumulated yolk and are bursting through the surface of the testes.”[9]

The research is effective, but it is continuous. The research shows, basically, that atrazine in the water is not good. The results practically yell this conclusion, but the Environmental Protective Agency refuses to listen. Therefore, Hayes continues his research by expanding it to other amphibians, fish, and rodents in order to persuade the EPA. Here, I am extremely conflicted. I am upset that Hayes continues needless research, but I turn to anger when I realize that the research only continues to satisfy the EPA. This continuation of uncalled for torture in order to appease bureaucracy completely goes against Carroll’s protests against animal cruelty.

Playing with your Food: Lewis Carroll’s “The Walrus and the Carpenter”

Before I begin my interpretation, I must acknowledge the fact that Martin Gardener says, “As a check against the tendency to find too much symbolism in the Alice books it is well to remember that, when Carroll gave the manuscript of his poem to Tenniel for illustrating, he offered the artist a choice of drawing a carpenter, butterfly, or baronet.”[10] I will not discuss the importance that the Walrus is a walrus and the Carpenter is a human, and that the human is subservient to an animal. I will also not discuss that the food of choice is oysters, whose shells are drawn like the bonnets of babies. If the animal is not important, then the characters could be any type of animal. Perhaps switch the animals around and see if that influences the story at all. Make the Walrus an oyster, make the Carpenter a walrus, and make the Oysters humans. Instead of focusing on symbolism, I will focus only on the actions that take place—regardless of species—and the reactions of Alice and generations of readers.

For the original text, click here: “The Walrus and the Carpenter”

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Now I would like to take a few steps back to “Some Popular Fallacies about Vivisection” where Carroll compares the needless abuse of animals to, “open[ing] a score of oysters when nineteen would have sufficed”[12] This is a reference to “The Walrus and the Carpenter,” where a bed of oysters are gluttonously eaten. Our hero Alice is unable to empathize with the eaten Oysters, but is able to ask whether to feel sorry for the Walrus or the Carpenter:

’I like the Walrus best,’ said Alice: ‘because he was a little sorry for the poor oyster.’
‘He ate more than the Carpenter, though,’ said Tweedledee.
‘That was mean!’ Alice said indignantly. ‘Then I like the Carpenter best—if he didn’t eat so many as the Walrus.’
‘But he ate as many as he could get,’ said Tweedledum.[13]

Again I would like to emphasize Carroll’s belief that death is not cruel, but it is the prolonged and superfluous torturing, which Alice ignores is unable to recognize in the poem. She focuses on the Walrus and the Carpenter’s feelings—not the Oyster’s.

To put simply, “The Walrus and the Carpenter” is the idea of playing with your food. Something, of course, that Alice does not empathize with. The reason I say “of course” Alice does not empathize is a result of her relationship with her pet cat, Dinah. Like many of us—and I say this with the confidence of reading other’s blogs—we are able to recognize our pets as family members, but little more than that. (In advance, I’m sorry Justin. I’m using your P1 as an example). In Justin Locascio’s P1, he demonstrates the bond between his dog and his father through a hatred of squirrels. This is a happy thought for the dog, but what about the squirrel that is being chased, caught, and killed? Like Alice, Locascio was only able to talk about an animal that he had a prior relationship with, not with an animal that his pet chased and killed. When Alice first enters Wonderland, she encounters a mouse. The only thing she can think of talking about—to a mouse, no less—was cats. She is completely unaware of the Mouse’s feelings at that point because she disregards the Mouse’s inherent fear of cats.[14] In relation to “The Walrus and the Carpenter,” this prior conversation with the Mouse needs to be understood because it sets the basis for Alice’s thought process. Like a cat with a mouse, the Walrus plays with his food before he eats them.

As the Walrus and the Carpenter sit on the rock with all of the Oysters standing in a row before them, the Walrus cries aloud for a loaf of bread, pepper, and vinegar, for they—the Walrus and the Carpenter—are about to feed. The Oysters then understand that they are about to be eaten, and cry out in fear, “’But not on us!…After such kindness, that would be/ A dismal thing to do!’”[15] The Walrus ignores their cries and strikes up a casual conversation with the Carpenter as they begin to eat.

Carroll does not explicitly describe the pain and the fear of the Oysters as he does in “Some Popular Fallacies about Vivisection”:

And when that day shall come…what potent spell have you in store to win exemption from the common doom? Will you represent to that grim spectre, as he gloats over you, scalpel in hand, the inalienable rights of man? He will tell you that this is merely a question of relative expediency, —that, with so feeble a physique as yours, you have only to be thankful that natural selection has spared you so long. Will you reproach him with the needless torture he proposes to inflict upon you? He will smilingly assure you that the hyperæsthesia, which he hopes to induce, is in itself a most interesting phenomenon, deserving much patient study. Will you then, gathering up all your strength for one last desperate appeal, plead with him as with a fellow-man, and with an agonized cry for ‘Mercy!’[16]

Perhaps Carroll does not tell the terror of the Oysters simply because Through the Looking Glass is a children’s book, and the Oyster’s story would frighten the young readers. But still, audiences have always identified with the Walrus and the Carpenter rather than the Oysters. I cannot simply state that the poem is written in such a way for the readers to identify with those characters. There must be a reason we cannot imagine the Oyster’s fear and pain.

However, Alice’s reaction to the poem supports Carroll’s beliefs about cruelty by asking “the traditional ethical dilemma of having to choose between judging a person in terms of acts or in terms of intentions.”[17] This echoes his vivisection essay where he talks about killing animals as a sport. Although he is thoroughly against hunting, he admits that, “I am tolerably sure that all sportsmen will agree with me…whenever the creature is killed at once, it is probably as painless a form of death as could be devised; while the sufferings of one that escapes wounded ought to be laid to the charge of unskillful sport, not of sport in the abstract.”[18] Here, Carroll again makes the distinction between death to an animal and cruelty to an animal, but also the distinction between act and intent. They are not, as many of us believe, hand in hand. And so, although the poem does not unequivocally describe the suffering of the Oysters, Carroll hints at the pains they have gone through. They were taken from their beds with ill intentions, were befriended under false pretenses, and heartlessly eaten by someone they trusted. This cruelty displayed by the Walrus and the Carpenter has been ignored for generations, and instead of finding their actions appalling, we have identified with them.

The popularity of “The Walrus and the Carpenter” is obvious through the many adaptations.  They each have their separate morals, like Dogma’s interpretation that the poem is an indictment of modern religion, and the more popularly known Disney adaptation, which is more of a recreation of Robert Browning’s “The Pied Piper” than Carroll’s story.  However, the question I would like to leave the readers with is this: What do these interpretations say about us?  About you?  The issue of cruelty is never an issue within these texts, which we can logically assume means that cruelty is not an important issue within our culture.

WC Total: 2,700
WC extra: 866
WC: 1834


[1] The Beatles. I am the Walrus. Magical Mystery Tour. Parlophone, Captiol, 1967.

[3] I am the Walrus.

[4] Lewis Carroll, “Some Popular Fallacies About Vivisection,” Fortnightly Review [Londong: 1865-1934] 23 (1875 Jun): 847-854 [Online at Animal Rights History, 2003].

[5] “Some Popular Fallacies About Vivisection”.

[6] Slaughterhouse Jive. Dir. Rich Arons. 1990. DVD. Warner Brothers.

[8] “Some Popular Fallacies About Vivisection”.

[10] Carroll, Lewis. The Annotated Alice: The Definitive Edition. New York: W. W. Norton & Company, Inc, 2000. 183.

[12] “Some Popular Fallacies About Vivisection”.

[13] The Annotated Alice. 188.

[14] 25-28.

[15] 186.

[16] “Some Popular Fallacies About Vivisection”.

[17] The Annotated Alice. 183.

[18] “Some Popular Fallacies About Vivisection”.



The Garden of Live Flowers
February 13, 2008, 7:39 pm
Filed under: Alice, Extra Credit

The Garden of Live Flowers
Valentine’s Day Extra Credit


(skip to 1:20)

 

 

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Supplies:
1 package of multicolored tissue or crepe paper
1 package of green pipe cleaners
Scissors

Directions: Take four to five sheets of the tissue paper and layer them (if you want multicolored flowers, use different colors). Cut into 8-inch squares. Keeping the sheets layered, take one set of squares and fold it like an accordion so it looks like a thin rectangle. At the center of the rectangle, cut a small v-shaped notch on both sides. Take the end of a pipe cleaner and twist it around the notch. With the stem pointing straight down, gently pull up one layer of tissue into the center. Pull up the remaining layers, one by one. Repeat for the other side of the flower. Once all the layers are pulled up, fluff them in place to look natural. Continue making more flowers with the remaining stacks of squares.

Tips and variations: For sturdier stems, wrap two pipe cleaners together. Cut smaller or larger squares to change the size of your flowers. Add more layers for thicker flowers or less layers for thinner ones. For a shiny effect, dip the top edges in white glue and then dip in loose glitter. Glue a pin on the back of a flower for a fluffy lapel decoration. Make smaller flowers and string them together as garland.

“O Tiger-lily!” said Alice, addressing herself to one that was waving gracefully about in the wind, “I wish you could talk!”
“We can talk,” said the Tiger-lily, “when there’s anybody worth talking to.”[2]

Flowers play an important role in the traditional Valentine’s gift. Although they are usually taken for granted, their absence is noticed.

A rose is usually given on Valentine’s Day, but the color, shape, and number convey many messages. Although flowers cannot speak in our world as they do through the looking-glass, they say many things through their presentation.

Take, for example, the color of roses given on Valentine’s Day: red, pink, and yellow. Each color says something different. Red is associated with love, pink with appreciation, and yellow with friendship. If the flower itself were to be other than a rose, that would suggest many other meanings. The choice in flowers and color depicts the feelings the giver wants to express.

When I looked up the history of giving flowers, most of the sites had the same thing written:

Giving flowers on St. Valentine’s Day first became popular in the 17th century. Roses, having the distinction of representing love in all its forms, are the blossoms of choice on Valentine’s Day. The rose was reputed to be the favourite flower of Venus, and so it was dubbed the flower of passion and love. One single perfect red rose framed with baby’s breath is referred to by some florists as a “signature rose,” and is the preferred choice for giving on St. Valentine’s Day.

I’m not really sure how this applies to Victorian literature, but Carroll shows how particular he is to certain types of flowers, just as Venus was. He changes the passion flower to a tiger lily because of its connotation, chooses the daisies for their changing petal colors, and refers to the younger Liddell sisters to flowers that represent their names.

 


[1] Paper flowers.

[2] P. 157.



Through the Looking-Glass
February 13, 2008, 7:05 pm
Filed under: Alice

It was very difficult for me to choose a topic for this blog. Would I write about a persistent professor that is always whispering in my ear like the gnat, two Honors advisors that banter back and forth like Tweedledee and Tweedledum, or comparing my life to a game of chess? I chose none of these. I’m dedicating this blog to my friend who dragged me along to all sorts of student activities against my better judgment.

 

“Take a straight and stronger course to the corner of your life.
Make the white queen run so fast
She hasn’t got time to make you a wife.”

Like the song suggests, life is all about reaching your destination—and fast. The first time I visited the University of Texas, I was dragged there by the Red Queen:

They were running hand in hand, and the Queen went so fast that it was all she could do to keep up with her: and still the Queen kept crying ‘Faster! Faster!’ but Alice felt she could not go faster, though she had no breath left to say so.[2]

This Red Queen is my friend, David. We met my second semester of college at one of the Honors Program’s conferences. We were both presenting projects for the first time with the group. Of course, he didn’t remember me. Who was I to a queen? “’All the ways about here belong to me—but why did you come out here at all? Curtsey while you’re thinking what to say. It saves time.’”[3] When I asked David how I should describe him in this blog, he quoted Mark Twain, saying, “Don’t tell us that the woman screams, bring her on and let her scream.” As you can tell, he is persistent on his vanity. He prefers honest arrogance to false modesty.

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The next semester, we unknowingly registered for three of the same classes. From then on, he remembered who I was, dragging me around with him for the next year. We joined a literary magazine editing team, the Gay Straight Alliance, student government, and engaged in some of the most ridiculous and unorganized research I have partaken in.

 

So, backtracking to our little trip to the University of Texas. It was his first time visiting the campus as well, but he took me under his wing and showed me around as if it were his own castle. With a large rainbow umbrella in hand, David clanked it against the sidewalk as if it were a magnificent scepter. As we walked around the campus, he’d point the large umbrella towards buildings, saying, “One day Hagar, this will all be yours.” In other words, “’And in the Eighth Square we shall be Queens together.’”[5] He truly believes I’ll make a name for myself, but he is worried about my confidence. Like the queen, he points out where to go and what to do. He guided me through the looking glass, trying to help me find myself in the process.

 

But the tables have turned. I have morphed into David’s white rabbit. He’s now chasing me to the University of Texas and will be joining the madness in the fall of 2008.


[1] Yes, “(Your Move) I’ve Seen All Good People.”

[2] p. 164.

[3] P. 161.

[4] David, the Red Queen. Some type of sociology experiment.

[5] P. 166.



Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
February 11, 2008, 10:56 pm
Filed under: Alice

For me, college has become the quest to find my own voice (although this endeavor was not optional). This phrase has been said to me so many times, but this semester it has morphed into something new. Something I’m sure I will hear over and over until I’ve graduated. “‘Who are you?’ said the Caterpillar.”[1]

The quest started out simply and strangely enough. I was forced to create a device that would allow a raw egg to drop safely from ten feet. Some how, saving the egg would help me understand who I am.


The next step into finding myself was to join the honor’s program and be matched with a mentor. I was very excited to have someone I could go to for college advice, to help me with my homework, and to guide me through my degree plan. But every time I would enter his office, he’d cross his legs, fold his bony fingers across his knee, and look at me with a smirk. Like the Duchess, he believed everything had a moral.

“‘You’re thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I ca’n't tell you just now what the moral of that is, but I shall remember it in a bit.’”[2]

When I complained about professors that treated other students unfairly, he’d say, “Good. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” If I was overwhelmed with homework and completely confused, he’d say, “Good, that means you’re learning.”

In his world, if you weren’t flustered, overwhelmed, or confused, you weren’t trying hard enough. I hate the feeling of being out of control, but he explained this feeling as “college:”

“‘But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked.
“‘Oh, you ca’n't help that,’ said the Cat: ‘we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’”[3]

I’ve gone on about the presentations I was forced to do in previous blogs. These were their essential tools in helping me find my voice. One day when I was discussing a project with my mentor, he suggested altering it to fit some other thesis. I think he was proudest of me when I finally said, “No, that’s not what my project is about.”

“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
“No, I give it up,” Alice replied. “What’s the answer?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter.
“Nor I,” said the March Hare.[4]

Other professors of the college caught on to my mentor’s methods. Instead of the quiet girl in the class, I was now on a journey of self-enlightenment. They ate this up. One professor asked me to analyze The Sneetches and participate in a chili cook off. Another professor had me dress up like June Cleaver and present cultural feminism to total strangers. I traveled across the country, danced with Native Americans, and watched horror films–all to find myself. But none of this has been explained to me.

Talking back to a professor, saving an egg from falling, and public embarrassment are their ways to help me find myself. But why? Why these methods? Like the Cheshire-Cat’s advice, I should keep moving forward. “‘—so long as I get somewhere,’ Alice added as an explanation. ‘Oh, you’re sure to do that,’ said the Cat, ‘if you only walk long enough.’”[5] I’ll just have to trust those in my college Wonderland and believe there is a moral in their madness.


(Alice hits a crossroad)[6]

 


[1] p. 47.

[2] p. 91.

[3] p. 66.

[4] p. 72.

[5] p. 65.

[6] Reference to Crossroads blog.