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by Lewis Thomas




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  LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS ON LISTENING TO MAHLER’S NINTH SYMPHONY

  Lewis Thomas was born in New York City in 1913. After earning his bachelor’s degree at Princeton, he received his doctorate in medicine at Harvard in 1937. He went on to become Professor of Pediatric Research at the University of Minnesota, Chairman of the Departments of Pathology and Medicine and also Dean at the New York University—Bellevue Medical Center, Chairman of the Department of Pathology and Dean at Yale Medical School, and President of the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York City. He is also the author of The Lives of a Cell, The Medusa and the Snail, and The Youngest Science. Articles by him have appeared in The New Yorker, Scientific American, Atlantic Monthly, Harper’s Magazine, and many other periodicals.

  Lewis Thomas died in 1993.

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  First published in the United States of America by The Viking Press 1983

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  “Alchemy,” “Altruism,” “Basic Science and the Pentagon,” “Clever Animals,” “Falsity and Failure,” “Late Night Thoughts on Listening to Mahler’s Ninth Symphony,” “Making Science Work,” “On Medicine and the Bomb,” “My Magical Metronome,” “On Matters of Doubt,” “On the Need for Asylums,” “Science and ‘Science,’” “Some Scientific Advice,” “On Speaking of Speaking,” “The Artificial Heart,” “The Attic of the Brain,” “The Corner of the Eye,” “The Lie Detector,” and “The Problem of Dementia” originally appeared in Discover; “On Smell” in the New England Journal of Medicine and “The Unforgettable Fire” (“Unacceptable Damage”) in The New York Review of Books.

  Grateful acknowledgment is made to Alfred A. Knopf, Inc., for permission to reprint an excerpt from “The Man with the Blue Guitar,” from the Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens. Copyright 1936 by Wallace Stevens and renewed 1964 by Holly Stevens.

  Ebook ISBN 9781101667040

  THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS HAS CATALOGED THE HARDCOVER EDITION AS FOLLOWS:

  Thomas, Lewis, 1913–1993

  Late night thoughts on listening to Mahler’s Ninth Symphony

  1. Science—Philosophy. 2. Biology—Philosophy. I. Title.

  Q175.T495 1983

  081 83–47932

  ISBN 0-670-70390-7 (hc.)

  ISBN 9780140243284

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  CONTENTS

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  TITLE PAGE

  COPYRIGHT

  THE UNFORGETTABLE FIRE

  THE CORNER OF THE EYE

  MAKING SCIENCE WORK

  ALCHEMY

  CLEVER ANIMALS

  ON SMELL

  MY MAGICAL METRONOME

  ON SPEAKING OF SPEAKING

  SEVEN WONDERS

  THE ARTIFICIAL HEART

  THINGS UNFLATTENED BY SCIENCE

  BASIC SCIENCE AND THE PENTAGON

  SCIENCE AND “SCIENCE”

  ON THE NEED FOR ASYLUMS

  ALTRUISM

  FALSITY AND FAILURE

  ON MEDICINE AND THE BOMB

  THE PROBLEM OF DEMENTIA

  THE LIE DETECTOR

  SOME SCIENTIFIC ADVICE

  THE ATTIC OF THE BRAIN

  HUMANITIES AND SCIENCE

  ON MATTERS OF DOUBT

  LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS ON LISTENING TO MAHLER’S NINTH SYMPHONY

  THE UNFORGETTABLE FIRE

  The hardest of all tasks for the military people who are occupationally obliged to make plans for wars still to come must be to keep a comprehensive, up-to-date list of guesses as to what the other side might, in one circumstance or another, do. Prudence requires that all sorts of possibilities be kept in mind, including, above all, the “worst-case.” In warfare, in this century, the record has already proved that the worst-case will turn out in the end to be the one that happens and, often enough, the one that hadn’t been planned for. At the outset of World War I, the British didn’t have in mind the outright loss of an entire generation of their best youth, nor did any of the Europeans count on such an unhinging of German society as would lead straight to Hitler. In World War II, when things were being readied, nobody forecast Dresden or Coventry as eventualities to be looked out for and planned against. In Vietnam, defeat at the end was not anywhere on the United States’ list of possible outcomes, nor was what happened later in Cambodia and Laos part of the scenario.

  We live today in a world densely populated by human beings living in close communication with one another all over the surface of the planet. Viewed from a certain distance it has the look of a single society, a community, the swarming of an intensely social species trying to figure out ways to become successfully interdependent. We obviously need, at this stage, to begin the construction of some sort of world civilization. The final worst-case for all of us has now become the destruction, by ourselves, of our species.

  This will not be a novel event for the planet, if it does occur. The fossil record abounds with sad tales of creatures that must have seemed stunning successes in their heyday, wiped out in one catastrophe after another. The trilobites are everywhere, elegant fossil shells, but nowhere alive. The dinosaurs came, conquered, and then all at once went.

  Epidemic disease, meteorite collisions, volcanoes, atmospheric shifts in the levels of carbon dioxide, earthquakes, excessive warming or chilling of the earth’s surface are all on the worst-case list for parts of the biosphere, one time or another, but it is unlikely that these can ever be lethal threats to a species as intelligent and resourceful as ours. We will not be wiped off the face of the earth by hard times, no matter how hard; we are tough and resilient animals, good at hard times. If we are to be done in, we will do it ourselves by warfare with thermonuclear weaponry, and it will happen because the military planners, and the governments who pay close attention to them, are guessing at the wrong worst-case. At the moment there are really only two groups, the Russians and us, but soon there will be others, already lining up.

  Each side is guessing that the other side will, sooner or later, fire first. To guard against this, each side is hell-bent on achieving a weapons technology capable of two objectives: to prevent the other from firing first by having enough missiles to destroy the first-strike salvo before it is launched (which means, of course, its own first strike) and, as a backup, to have for retaliation a powerful enough reserve to inflict what is called “unacceptable damage” on the other side’s people. In today’s urban world, this means the cities. The policy revision designated as Presidential Directive 59, issued by the Carter White House in August 1980, stipulates that enemy command and control networks and military bases would become the primary targets in a “prolonged, limited” nuclear war. Even so, some cities and towns would inevitably be blown away, then doubtless more, then perhaps all.

  The term “unacceptable” carries the i
mplication that there is an acceptable degree of damage from thermonuclear bombs. This suggests that we are moving into an era when the limited use of this kind of weaponry is no longer on the worst-case lists. Strategic weapons are those designed to destroy the whole enemy—armies, navies, cities, and all. Tactical nuclear bombs are something else again, smaller and neater, capable of taking out a fortified point, selectively and delicately removing, say, a tank division. Damage to one’s country from strategic weapons may be unacceptable, in these terms, but tactical weapons do not raise this issue.

  So it goes. The worst-case is clouds of missiles coming over the horizon, aimed at the cities. And another sort of merely bad-case might be to neglect the advantage of small-scale, surgically precise, tactical weapons, needed at crucial moments on conventional battlefields when things are going against one’s side. So it seems.

  Perhaps it really is the other way round. The worst of all possible scenarios might be the tactical use of a miniaturized thermonuclear bomb, a mere puff alongside the gigantic things stowed on MIRVs.

  When we speak of mere puffs, it is useful to give a backward thought to Hiroshima and Nagasaki. We have gotten used to the notion that the two bombs dropped out of our B-29 bombers on August 6 and 9, 1945, were only primitive precursors of what we have at hand today, relatively feeble instruments, even rather quaint technological antiques, like Tiffany lamps. They were indeed nothing but puffs compared to what we now possess. If we and the Russians were to let everything fly at once, we could do, in a matter of minutes, a million times more damage than was done on those two August mornings long ago.

  How do you figure a million times? You have to know, to begin with and in some detail, precisely what the Hiroshima and Nagasaki damage was like, and then try to imagine it a millionfold magnified. You don’t even have to do that, if your imagination doesn’t stretch that far. Any single one of today’s best hydrogen bombs will produce at least one thousand times the lethal blast, heat, and radiation that resulted from the Hiroshima or Nagasaki bombs. Nothing would remain alive, no matter how shielded or “hardened,” within an area twelve miles in diameter. Taking just one city—Boston, for example—you can begin to guess with some accuracy what just one modern bomb can do, say, tomorrow morning.

  One thing for sure, such a bomb would not leave alive anyone to join a committee to prepare a book of sketches and paintings like those published several years ago in Unforgettable Fire. The people whose memories are contained in this book were residents of Hiroshima, most of them somewhere within a radius of two miles or so from the hypocenter, the Aioi bridge in the center of town. They survived, and made their drawings thirty years later. With one of today’s bombs they would all have been vaporized within a fraction of a second after the explosion. What they recall most vividly, and draw most heartrendingly, are the deaths all around them, the collapsed buildings, and above all the long black strips of skin hanging from the arms and torsos of those still alive. They remember the utter hopelessness, the inability of anyone to help anyone else, the loneliness of the injured alongside the dying. Reading their accounts and wincing at the pictures, one gains the sure sense that no society, no matter how intricately structured, could have coped with that event. No matter how many doctors and hospitals might have been in place and ready to help with medical technology beforehand (as, for instance, in Boston or Baltimore today), at the moment of the fireball all of that help would have vanished in the new sun. As for the radioactivity, a single case of near-lethal radiation can occasionally be saved today by the full resources of a highly specialized, tertiary hospital unit, with endless transfusions and bone-marrow transplants. But what to do about a thousand such cases all at once, or a hundred thousand? Not to mention the more conventionally maimed and burned people, in the millions.

  Words like “disaster” and “catastrophe” are too frivolous for the events that would inevitably follow a war with thermonuclear weapons. “Damage” is not the real term; the language has no word for it. Individuals might survive, but “survival” is itself the wrong word. As to the thought processes of the people in high perches of government who believe that they can hide themselves underground somewhere (they probably can) and emerge later on to take over again the running of society (they cannot, in the death of society) or, more ludicrous, the corporate executives who plan to come deranged out of their underground headquarters already installed in the mountains to reorganize the telephone lines or see to the oil business—these people cannot have thought at all.

  Hiroshima and Nagasaki: The Physical, Medical and Social Effects of the Atomic Bombings is a 700-page, flatly written description of what happened in August 1945, containing a few photographs and a great many charts and tables to illustrate the abundant details in the text. Here and there, but in only a few paragraphs of the unemotional, factual text, are sentences that reveal the profundity of revulsion and disgust for this weapon and its use by the United States that still remain in the Japanese mind. It is briefly noted that Hiroshima had been spared the extensive fire-bombing to which most other Japanese cities were being subjected in the 1945 summer—there was an eagerly believed rumor that the Americans were sparing the city out of respect because it was known to be a Buddhist religious center—and then later, soon after the A-bombing, it was realized that the city had been preserved free of conventional damage in order to measure with exactitude the effects of the new bomb. It is tersely recalled that the first American journalists to arrive on the scene, a month after the bombing, were interested only in the extent of physical damage and the evidence of the instrument’s great power, and it is further noted that no news about the injuries to the people, especially news about radiation sickness, was allowed by the Allied Occupation. “On 6 September, 1945, the General Headquarters of the Occupational Forces issued a statement that made it clear that people likely to die from A-bomb afflictions should be left to die. The official attitude . . . was that people suffering from radiation injuries were not worth saving.” The Japanese nation is of course now a friendly ally of the United States, peacefully linked to this country, but the people remember. The continuing bitterness of that memory runs far deeper than most Americans might guess. Apart from the 370,000 Hiroshima and Nagasaki survivors still alive, whose lasting evidences of physical and psychological damage are exhaustively documented in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the Japanese people at large are appalled that other nations can still be so blind to the horror.

  To get back to cases, worst-cases, what would you guess is the worst of all possibilities today, with the United States and the Soviet Union investing every spare dollar and ruble to build new and more powerful armaments, missiles enough to create artificial suns in every habitable place of both countries, and with France, Britain, India, China, South Africa, maybe Israel, and who knows what other country either stockpiling bombs of their own or preparing to build them? Of all the mistakes to be made, which is the worst?

  A very bad one, although maybe not the worst of all, is a technical complication not much talked about in public but hanging over all the military scientists like a great net poised to fall at any moment. It is still a theoretical complication, not yet tested, or, for that matter, even testable, but very terrifying indeed. The notion is this: a good-sized nuclear bomb, say, ten megatons, exploded at a very high altitude, 250 miles or so over a country, or a set of several such bombs over a continent, might elicit such a surge of electromagnetic energy in the underlying atmosphere that all electronic devices on the earth below would be put out of commission—or destroyed outright—all computers, radios, telephones, television, all electric grids, all communications beyond the reach of a human shout. None of the buttons pressed in Moscow or Washington, if either lay beneath the rays, would function. The silos would not open on command, or fire their missiles. During this period the affected country would be, in effect, anaesthetized, and the follow-on missiles from the other side could pick off their targets like fruit from a
tree. Only the submarine forces, roaming far at sea, would be able to fire back, and their only signal to fire would have to be the total absence of any signal from home. The fate of the aggressor’s own cities would then lie at the fingertips of individual submarine commanders, out of touch with the rest of the world, forced to read the meaning of silence.

  If the hypothesis is valid, it introduces a new piece of logic into the game. Metal shielding can be used to protect parts of the military communication lines, and fiber optics lines are already replacing some parts. Nuclear-power plants can be partially shielded, perhaps enough to prevent meltdowns everywhere. But no one can yet be certain of protection against this strange new threat.

  Any first strike might have to involve this technical maneuver beforehand, with the risk of counterblows from somewhere in the oceans or from surviving intelligence in land-based missiles, but always with the tempting prospect of an enemy country sitting paralyzed like a rabbit in the headlights of a truck. Guessing wrong either way could be catastrophic, and I imagine the War College faculties on both sides are turning the matter over and over in their minds and on their computers, looking for new doctrine.

  But all in all, looking ahead, it seems to me that the greatest danger lies in the easy assumption by each government that the people in charge of military policy in any adversary government are not genuine human beings. We make this assumption about the Russians all the time, and I have no doubt they hold the same belief about us. We know ourselves, of course, and take ourselves on faith: Who among us would think of sending off a cluster of missiles to do a million times more damage to a foreign country than was done at Hiroshima, for any reason? None of us, we would all affirm (some of us I fear with fingers crossed). But there are those people on the other side who do not think as we do, we think.

  It may be that the road to the end is already being paved, right now, by those tactical “theater” bombs, the little ones, as small and precise as we can make them. If the other side’s tanks are gaining on ours, and we are about to lose an action, let them have one! And when they send one of theirs back in retaliation, slightly larger, let them have another, bigger one. Drive them back, we will say, let them have it. A few such exchanges, and off will go the ICBMs, and down will go, limb by limb, all of mankind.

 

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