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PEA GREEN BOAT VERNAL EQUINOX 2012

UNCANNY

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v Query — 4 u Poem: untitled — 5 w Opinion: Actroid DER3 — 6

b Cinema: Tintin and The Uncanny Valley — 8 urst Poem:


IN THIS ISSUE
Droplets — 11 d Cinema: Metropolis— 12 f Interview: Tanith

Lee, Author — 14 h Poem: Language — 20 u Third Millennium

Narcissus — 21 v Interview: Dr. James Hughes, Bioethicist — 22

Advice: How to Pose as a Humanoid Robot — 25 i History — 26

y Thoughts: Would you accept a Robot as your Priest or Vicar ? — 28

Opinion: The War of the Robots — 30 x Cinema: Real Steel — 33

v Review: Minecraft — 35 x History: The Turk — 39

Thoughts: Eyebombing — 40 uu History: Automa — 42 qrst


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Video: Automatonophobia- 44 Interview: Museum of Automa - 45

w History: The Uncanny Valley of the Cabbage Patch Dolls — 47

u Folk Lore: Pediophobia — 52 x Opinions: All Dolls Go to

Heaven — 54 u Destination: Baby Land General — 57 v Essay:

Robots & Artificial Intelligence — 61 w Bookshelf — 72 u Poem:

To A Circadian Rhythm — 73 y Cinema: Ghost in the Machine — 74

History: Watson — 76 x Illusions: Can You Trust Your Eyes? — 78

v Essay: Das Unheimliche — 80 Other: Nightmare at the Opera w


Fiction: The Sand-man — 98 uqrst
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ABOUT THIS ISSUE

“Talk about ous issues. There was an almost


organic quality about the way
Uncanny Valley,” bits and pieces of ideas clicked
together, not only inside my
my daughter muttered. We had
head, but on the page as well. you to visit their websites to ex- interesting ideas to contem-
just seen the preview for the mov-
It was almost as if I was being perience more of their incredi- plate. While I started out asking
ie Tintin, and Krystal was clearly
googled to a better under- ble talent. “Why are some people afraid of
disgusted. Uncanny What? She
standing of one of the great dolls?” in the end I was left with
explained to me the concept of All links have been highlighted
human mysteries: What defines “What is it that makes up a
Uncanny Valley and how it relates in bright blue or enclosed in a
alive? soul?”
to CGI. I was intrigued and when bright blue frame for easy iden-
we got home I googled up Working on this issue has been tification. One significant
UNCANNY and this issue was a phenomenal experience for change for this issue is the in-
born. me. Not only did I learn amaz- clusion of icons, where ever
ing new things (a smoking ro-

Namaste.
The concept of Uncanny seems to possible, to let you know where
bot, who knew?), but I had the links are going to lead, so you
be a mixed bag of low-brow and
opportunity to interview some know if it’s a wiki-link, video, or
high-brow thinking. On the one
amazing people such as my all- standard webpage. In the cases
hand, there is the superstitious
time favorite author, Tanith Lee; where an author/artist name
nightmare rooted deeply in our
and the exceptionally brilliant appears, a link to their site is
unconscious mind, while on the
Dr. James Hughes. I cannot provided. You’ll find the
other (bionic hand), there is very
thank them enough for being miscellaneous credits on
real impact of bio-technology
kind enough to answer my the next to last page.
pursued without planning.
questions. Additionally, this is-
Pulling together the content for With all that said, I think
sue contains some fantastic art
this PGB was different from previ- you will find an array of
work by young artists. I urge

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QUERY What is Transhumanism?

Where is the Uncanny Valley ?


Who put the uncanny”in Uncanny Valley?

Can a polygon make you cry? By Jonathan Joly


What is Das Unheimliche?
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

What is the Chinese room? Do robots have souls?


Clockwork Prayer: A 16th-Century Mechanical Monk by Elizabeth King

How will we Game in the Future? What sort of people should there be?

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POEM

On the bank at the end


Of what was there before us
Gazing over to the other side
On what we can become
Veiled in the mist of naïve speculation
We are busy here preparing
Rafts to carry us across
Before the light goes out leaving us
In the eternal night of could-have-been

Utan gränser (No Boundaries) by Erik Johansson Poem By Professor Nick Bostrom 5
How did you feel when you first What do you find amazing about the Actroid
saw the Actroid DER3? DER3?
As with others suffering I think all androids are amazing
from the uncanny valley effect I in their own way. The fact that we've come
was a little unnerved to see the from our clunky old terminals to being
Actroid DER3. The attempt to repli- able to create something so close to re-
cate the human appearance at sembling humans that it makes us ques-
least on a basic level leaves it with tion our own judgment is simply amazing.
an inhuman quality similar to post-
What elements make the Actroid
humous photography during the
past when family photos were usu- DER3 seem alive?
ally taken after the deaths of a rel- The way they have created facial
features and physical appearance here
ative.
make them seem very much alive. Interac-
Why do you "prefer" the less human tion with humans make them seem even
OPINION robot? more so when they turn to gesture to mul-
The i-Fairy's appearance tiple people at once in a large group while
does nothing to hide the fact that speaking.
it is an obviously mechanical being
Are there any elements that make the
and as such does not pose the
Actroid DER3 seem “not-right?”
possibility of a replacement for liv-
Overall, the Actroid's perfor-
ing, breathing humans. The more
mance is well-rounded and efficient. There
child-like proportions and imma-
are many movements that seem automat-
ture voice has an almost cute qual-
ed and "robotic" such as blinking, and
ity about it is dis-alarming in na-
swaying with turns... I do think some varia-
ture. tion in facial expression as well as eye con-
Were you aware that Kokoro is the tact with others would be useful as well for
manufacturer for both actroids and the i- a convincing and sincere performance. I
Fairy? do wonder where the future will situate us
I may have been aware, but with these creations. I hope best that the
until now I didn't draw any paral- outcome is a good one, and I wish luck to

lels about the fact. the creators of these brilliant androids.

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When you first saw the Actroid DER3 you commented: “These thing are getting better and better.
We’ll have no chance to survive in the future when we fight them," what did you mean?

When I saw it I felt like the world is going in a direction -- some people dislike it, some like
it. This direction is all about evolution and it means that we have to either accept it or fight it. I like
evolution. The media makes me think that (evolution) has to take place the way it does. There is no way
to change. The media controls our brains and if it advertises that robots are great and will help us in
the future, then it is fine with us. So I saw it positively, as the next natural step to our evolution and sur-
vival of our race as humans.

What direction do you see humans moving in -- robots as tools or robots as beings?

irst of all robots can't make decisions on their own, so the future would be robots as
tools. But this is the near future -- for robots to become beings, humans need better technology, which
won’t happen for at least a hundred of years to come. Assuming humans will reach that level of tech-
nology.

Yes! Robots will become beings, but they will be very different from humans. They will have a better un-
derstanding. They won't be able to make moral mistakes, because they will not have their own ethics.
Their mistakes will be one in a million, because we are talking about robots at least two hundred years
from now. These robots will be really advanced. So the point is, we are talking and making assumptions
about, something when we don't know how it will be in the future.

With regards to "personhood," would you be in favor of granting a set of basic rights to sentient
artificial life forms?

For those who believe in a god, when god created humans, he gave them freedom so they
could chose how they wanted to live. For those who do not believe in a god, nature spontaneously cre-
ated life and it evolved to humans. Life got a free pass, so that it will evolve to something better.

We need to give (robots) a chance. IF we are to create such life forms, we cannot be selfish. We are not
gods, but we should at least take care of our creations, especially if they will be considered life forms. Of
course that decision is for our descendants to make, not for us.
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Tintin
and
The Uncanny
Valley
CINEMA

Let me start by saying that I am a huge big fan of overly dramatic work where Tintin, who would ever take it seri-
Tintin fan. I’ve been reading the comic everything is all arguments and tears and ously? Because of this lack of main-
books since I was little and when I saw the nothing funny ever happens. I guess in that stream popularity, I assumed that the film
new movie I pretty much fell in love all way even as an adult I am still very much the would be produced in a small but powerful
over again. It’s adventurous, it’s exciting, child (like) audience that Herge was writing foreign independent studio. I pictured beau-
it’s just plain fun! There is nothing not to for. tiful, traditionally-lined work, along the lines
love. Even the goofy slap-stick style come-
When I first saw on a random Tumblr thread of The Triplets of Belleville or The Illusionist-
dy which usually earns an eye-roll from me animation that had a lot of life and move-
there was a Tintin movie in the works, I
has its place in my heart when it comes to ment- really classic stuff. Instead I found my-
freaked out. I never felt Herge’s work had
Tintin and company. It’s all about the clas- self staring face-to-face with CGI animation
never received the attention it deserves, be-
sic nature of the work. Slapstick is okay in
cause even though every library in the world stills.
Tintin because it was the accepted form of
probably has at least a few copies of the I was fairly disappointed, angry even, at the
popular comedy during that time period.
trade paper backs on their shelves, hardly style they had chosen to use to convey one
All sorts of famous actors have dabbled in
anyone ever seemed to know about it. You of my favorite classical works. CGI is without
slapstick and therefore even though it is
could mention it to your typical comic book doubt an extremely popular option- 3D GCI
goofy, it’s an acceptable form of goofiness.
collector and get nothing but a confused even more so- but it has also been more
It also does tend to lighten the stories
look in return. After all, it sounds like a silly than a little played out of late. Everything
quite a bit when they get really dramatic,
children’s story. With a protagonist named aimed at children seems to be presented in
which is always nice. I have never been a
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the exact same way. Bright colors, comical Cartoons are pretty much my favorite thing space and that alarms us. It may not be a
character designs, famous voice actors and in all of existence, so that is a no-brainer. straight-out “oh my gosh this is terrify-
shiny computer graphics have quickly re- However, there are many pros and cons to ing” (unless you’ve studied 3D animation,
placed the hand-drawn and at times sloppi- CGI. Here, I’ll be focusing on the one that re- then it really stands out) but somewhere in
ly produced cartoons that we have come to ally tends to bother people and that is the the back of our minds we are thinking “I
expect in children’s films. Story, plot and idea of “crossing over into the uncanny val- don’t understand- what is happening- I am
character development are just icing on the ley”. somewhat frightened- I can’t really compre-
cake in a film aimed at kids (or really more hend this at all”. The long and short of it is
You can think of the uncanny valley as a met-
like the raisins in oatmeal-raisin cookies, that we don’t like being in that valley.
aphorical valley with two mountains on ei-
since they represent the educational portion ther side. The first mountain is symbolism A world-class example of CGI’s occasional
of the story and it’s more likely that adults (think cartoons) and the second is realism travels into the uncanny valley is The Polar
will appreciate them). (think live-action film). Our minds like to Express. I won’t go into this film here be-
Don’t get me wrong, I am a huge lover of draw a clear line between the two and we cause I could write an entire dissertation on
CGI animation. Pixar, DreamWorks, Blue Sky prefer to stay on one side or the other. When how it failed in about every way, but I will
and Illumination Entertainment are some of we climb down into that valley our brains provide you with a few screen shots of the
my favorite studios. Almost all of my favor- start to feel a little uncomfortable. Things film (courtesy of IMDb), which will hopefully
ite animated movies were produced in pure that we know are real and things that we speak for itself: This isn't just poor anima-
CGI or at least with the aid of a computer. know are not real suddenly occupy the same tion, this is legitimately creepy.

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Enough about that. Let’s get back to the re- After all, the characters on and lashes reflect the light ginger color of
al reason for this article. the screen didn’t look his hair. The nose and mouth are realistic,
like the characters from yet still cartoon-like. It all comes together to

Tintin the comic; they looked create a perfect interpretation of Tintin.


like totally different
and That’s really what the movie felt like to me,
people. But at the
the Reason Why it was a perfect interpretation of a fantastic work.
same time, they The combined creative powers of the direc-
Not Nearly as Bad as I didn’t look that dif- tor, producers, actors and VFX (visual ef-
thought it would be

tintin.com
ferent at all. Sure they were 3- fects) artists really came together to create
Dimensional, so they had fea- a magical journey into a world of excite-
Right away I could tell the movie was go- tures like freckles and pores, de-
ing to be great. The music, the setting, and tailed hair and textured clothing
the characters- everything felt perfectly… that the original designs didn’t have be-
Tintin. It was almost like watching fan art- cause of Herge’s simplistic drawing style.
beautifully and lovingly rendered fan art- But that didn’t really make them any less of
come to life. The makers of this film really the characters they were supposed to be.
had a love for the work they were doing. Tintin, for example, still has his signature
The actors obviously enjoyed themselves as ginger cowlick even though in the movie
you could hear it in their voices and see it in the hair is rendered with extreme realism.
the motions and gestures they used to cre- Instead of a mere five or six lines making up ment and adventure, coupled together with
ate the performance capture animation for the outline of his hair he has a whole head appealing characters and a wonderful story-
the movie. I could feel that the characters of hair, but though the detail is extreme it is line. I truly enjoyed Tintin as both a fan of
were exactly who they are supposed to be; not distracting. The same goes for his face. the comics and a fan of animation. I think
it felt right. That was unexpected. I really In Herge’s style Tintin’s eyes are mere dots, that anyone who only looks at this movie as
thought that the characters would be more his nose a simple half-circle and his mouth another CGI kids’ film is really missing out
zombified, lifeless and expressionless dolls, a single curved line. In the movie his face is on a one-of-a-kind remake of a classic ad-
like past motion capture CGI films had given full of details; you could easily study it for venture tale which is loved by millions of
us. hours. His eyes are a rich blue and his brows kids and adults the world over. B
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Droplets a visual poem by Thomas Wingfield
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Metropolis is the primary
point of reference for films
ranging from Franken-
stein to Batman to Titan-
ic. No science fiction film
made since its release can
escape its influence, even
if its only point of refer-
ence is Metropolis's em-
phasis on special effects
and design. Entire cycles
of horror movies bear the
stamp of Metropolis, with
it's climactic tide of angry
villagers and mad science.
- -Christianne Benedict,

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“...an epic about In July of 2008, I blogged about the discovery of an almost complete edition of Fritz Lang’s
groundbreaking 1927 film Metropolis in a museum in Buenos Aires. The footage had just

conflicts that are been authenticated by the Friedrich-Wilhelm-Murnau Foundation, holders of the rights to
“Metropolis”, and restoration was still on a distant and hazy horizon.

ages old.” Well that day has arrived, earlier than I expected. The movie is now complete with the 25
minutes of additional footage discovered in Argentina plus it’s been re-edited according to
the Buenos Aires reels’ blueprint. (Before then there was no original Lang cut, just educated
guesses of how he had edited the film.) Although the newly discovered footage is noticeably
scratched up by a poor conversion to 16mm from the original 35mm nitrate done in the 70s,
it adds a great deal to the movie we
know.
CINEMA
Some of the newly inserted material
consists of brief reaction shots, just a few seconds long, which establish or accentuate a char-
acter’s mood. But there are also several much longer scenes, including one lasting more than
seven minutes, that restore subplots completely eliminated from the Paramount version.

For example, the “Thin Man,” who in the standard version appears to be a glorified butler to
the city’s all-powerful founder, turns out instead to be a much more sinister figure, a combi-
nation of spy and detective. The founder’s personal assistant, who is fired in an early scene,
also plays a greater role, helping the founder’s idealistic son navigate his way through the
proletarian underworld.

The cumulative result is a version of Metropolis whose tone and focus have been changed.
“It’s no longer a science-fiction film,” said Martin Koerber, a German film archivist and histori-
an who supervised the latest restoration and the earlier one in 2001. “The balance of the sto-
ry has been given back. It’s now a film that encompasses many genres, an epic about con-
flicts that are ages old. The science-fiction disguise is now very, very thin.”

You can read more details about the restoration on the website of Kino International, he the-
atrical distribution company releasing the complete Metropolis. The Kino site also has an
awesome photo gallery of stills from the movie, plus behind the scenes shots, unspeakably
badass production designs and original publicity posters. B
By Livius Drusus
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Biting the SuN

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Biting the Sun by Celine Loup
ject.’ Who has never been aware, say, of an ornament, or crock-
ery, that subtly always moves out of position; two necklaces or
INTERVIEW
chains, laid down perfectly flat, that become nearly irreparably
entangled, keys that disappear/reappear? And who, apart from
British author, Tanith Lee, was the first woman to
the calmest among us, has never wanted to hurl their typewriter
win the British Fantasy Award for Death's Master.
She has published over 70 novels and 250 short or laptop or cell phone through a window, since it has just de-
stories within the genres of science fiction, horror, leted a vital something, gone to sleep, without our direction to
and fantasy. Her Four-Bee series, Don’t Bite the do so? Beside that innate conviction, I knew myself (very acute-
Sun and Drinking Sapphire Wine describe a future
where death has been almost eliminated, people ly, at twenty) living in a world of mortal discontent, where so
design their own bodies, and the human race is many of us struggle with our physical selves – hair, body-shape,
served by artificially created quasi-robots (Q-R). skin, general stamina; and even, too though not in my case,
were unhappy with their gender. Plus, of course, the shadow of
PEA GREEN BOAT: In an excellent example of Uncanny Valley, ultimately unegotiable death. The High Tech solutions of Four
the protagonist of Drinking Sapphire Wine says: BEE, BAA, and BOO were an inevitable wish-fulfillment response
to all of that. But, as they say, be careful what you wish for. The
“I felt sick…but also because it was finally out, the bare
solution which removes all the original problems, can, and very
facts of their rivalry, what I had always instinctively
likely will, create a whole fresh set of problems. My one very
felt….in some hidden dark of their personae, they hated
strong, if oblique, literary influence in that direction is, I now be-
and despised us.”
lieve, Aldous Huxley’s extraordinary novel, Brave New World. I
This was written in 1976, where did you get your inspiration?
read it around age 18, and looking back now, I kind of sense a
couple of Huxley’s strong pantherine pawmarks have scratched
TANITH LEE: I’d been hooked on SF/Fantasy (along with myth
my light and far more frivolous and crazy text.
and history) since the late 1950s: my brilliant mother was an afi-
cionado. So no doubt Asimov, Bradbury, Leiber, and Sturgeon,
PGB: In Drinking Sapphire Wine, a quasi-robot (android) states:
amongst others had an influence. But also I’ve always felt that
there is much more to any machine -- even typewriter, hoover, “No life spark is required to create an android, since we
or telephone, let alone car, plane, or computer -- than simple are electronically motivated, but we are grown from cells
machinery. That is, there’s no such thing as an ‘inanimate ob- and possess flesh as you do.”
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This implies the androids and humans are physically the same. Was that your intent?
How does the artificial life form of the Q-R fit in the immortal culture of the Four-Bee
world?

TL: Machines, even if vastly physically like or unlike humans, are also ‘living’ in their
own fashion, and probably more resemble us, as we them, than we normally care to
notice. After all, in the cities of the Fours, , given the virtually flawless changes, re-
pairs, and regenerations, is there much difference? The galvanic force that charges
the machines and androids is an equivalent to the electric force – live spark (soul?)
that fires up the human body. Despite what the Q-R excludingly says, revealing that
proud exclusivity, there, is not the prerogative of the human. The body fails for what-
ever cause, and you recharge it – with that same galvanic force. And the ‘artificial life’
of the Q-R is artificial only because the machinery it inhabits has been created, and
kept, a slave. And slaves rebel. This inevitable notion, not unknown elsewhere in SF,
would have been one of the ingredients of a third Four BEE book I’d wanted to write
back then. (There are four cities, we’re told. What is the fourth one? Four BYY- which
is pronounced /bī/ - and it is a ruin. What did that?)

In fact, two later novels of mine, The Silver Metal Lover and Metallic Love, to some
degree pick up on some of the open doors in the Four BEE duo. With an altered em-
phasis, inevitable; Silver and Love are very separate books. But anyone, maybe, who
read and recalls the two sets, might suspect a connection. As I now do.

With just a touch of the Ugly Duckling, Tanith Lee’s novel Electric Forest
focuses on a malformed woman given the opportunity to have her con-
scious transferred into an absolutely perfect android body. The only catch
is the body is a double of a rich and powerful woman who is as cruel as
she is beautiful.

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PGB: Did Fritz Lang’s film Metropolis inspire the concept of your novel Electric
Forest (1979)? Is it a coincidence the cover art by Don Maitz emulates Lang’s
transformation scene with Marie/Hel?

TL: Certainly I’d heard of Fritz Lang’s Metropolis, but never its plot-line, and I
didn’t manage to see the movie until the late ‘80s. Therefore it did not inspire
Electric Forest, which – for me – is (once more) far less about the technicality of
robots or androids, than the search for physical perfection, and the curiosity of
twinned doubles and individual identity. That being the case, I’d never would
have associated Don Maitz’s excellent cover with the movie. How very interesting
– I’ve been staring at it off and on ever since your question!

Tanith Lee’s S.I.L.V.E.R. series takes place in a world where technology has
created perfect androids. Too perfect as it turns out, “exactly like – or better
– than a human man.”

PGB: What inspired The Silver Metal Lover (1981)?

TL: This was one that very decidedly came from out of the blue, like a bird flying
in at an open window and perching on my shoulder. Though the windows were
shut where I was sitting in the BBC TV center, talking to a director and fellow writ-
ers, all of us working then on episodes of Blake’s 7. I loved being -- though so
briefly -- part of Blake, and only lost the thread of discussion for a second or so.
Nevertheless, that was long enough, to fix an image in my brain…that of an an-
droid exactly like – or better – than a human man…and the title too was there im-
mediately. I wrote the novel in about two weeks, not unheard of for me.

The horror and tragedy that occur near the end (of SML) caused me to wreak the
grill-pan of my oven, since, in writing, I’d forgot I’d left it on. Only the black
crisped smell of burnt metal, mingling with my tears, alerted me. A strange, per-
haps pertinent event.

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PGB: Physically the robot character Silver is different from the androidous sim-
ulates seen in Electric Forest and the Four-Bee series. Silver is fully a machine,
yet he is more human. Why is that?
"One of the things I love about
TL: Really, we get the probable answer, the clue to Silver, at the end of the sto-
(The Silver Metal Lover) is
ry – so I won’t give that away now. Yet, returning to my earlier arguments
how Tanith explores the hard about machines, why not ? Why shouldn’t Silver become more human, if he

problems of consciousness had empathy? During the novel, Jane is always courteous to the other robots in
her life: “Thank you,” she says, and is mocked. Why not thank mechanical door
without intruding on the story. for opening, even if you do it silently, or an elevator for carrying you up and
It was only during times ‘away down? We, and everything, are formed at base level of the same intrinsic build-
ing blocks, those peculiar comic doodles that make up the beginnings of all
from the book,’ that I pon-
Life. Steel and plastic have the same root origins as earth, air, fire, and water –
dered her insights—how the and flesh. Just a thought.
erotic nature of love can grow PGB: More than a decade passed between The Silver Metal Lover and Silver

souls. When I say erotic, I don’t Love, and it has been announced* you will soon be releasing a third novel. How
has your concept of robot/human interaction changed over time?
mean pornographic. I’m refer-
TL: I don’t know who announced this – unless it’s left over from my website
ring to Eros, the god of love— (currently crashed and, despite the best efforts of my webmasters, apparently
the original meaning is some- not yet recoverable). I definitely wanted to write a third book, as with Four BEE,
but again, publishers showed no interest. If I had more time and money, I’d
thing that brings two people
write it anyhow. But for now it has to wait. Anyone who read the last pages of
together in such a way that it Metallic Love may have guessed where it might be leading. Which is straight

creates a lasting transfor- back to Jane and Whatever-his-name-is-now-is-Silver. The title is The Tin Man.

My concept of, and perhaps slight obsession with human-robot interaction is


mation." --Kim Falconer
still as keen, and it may have changed – though I suspect it’s only intensified.
For sure, I won’t know, as I usually never do, what on earth – or out of it – I’m
going to say, until I can start the book. Here’s to that, then.
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* Appeared in the Wikipedia entry for S.I.L.V.E.R. Series
Tanith Lee was born in London, England. After completing her secondary education, Lee held a number of ordinary jobs. It was while
working as an assistant children’s librarian, that a children’s story she submitted was selected for publication. In 1971 her children's
novel, The Dragon Hoard was published. After the publication of Don’t Bite The Sun in 1976, Lee decided to become a full-time writ-
er. She won a number of prominent awards including the British Fantasy Award.

Nebula Awards
 1975: The Birthgrave (nominated, best novel)
 1980: Red As Blood (nominated, best short story)
 2010: Disturbed by Her Song (nominated, best LGBT speculative fiction)

World Fantasy Awards


 1979: Night's Master (nominated, best novel)
 1983: "The Gorgon" (winner, best short story)
 1984: "Elle Est Trois, (La Mort)" (winner, best short story)
 1984: "Nunc Dimittis" (nominated, best novella)
 1984: Red As Blood, or, Tales From The Sisters Grimmer
 1985: Night Visions 1 (nominated, best anthology/collection)
 1987: Dreams Of Dark And Light (nominated, best anthology/collection)
 1988: Night's Sorceries (nominated, best anthology/collection)
 1999: "Scarlet And Gold" (nominated, best novella)
 2006: "Uous" (nominated, best novella)

British Fantasy Awards


 1979: Quest For The White Witch (nominated, best novel)
 1980: Death's Master (winner, best novel)
Guardian of the Book Illustration by Janet Jia-Ee Chui
 1980: "Red As Blood" (nominated, best short story)
 1981: Kill The Dead (nominated, best novel)
 1999: "Jedella Ghost" (nominated, best short story) Daughter of the Night An Annotated
2000: "Where Does The Town Go At Night?" (nominated, best short story)
Tanith Lee Bibliography

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POEM

At my reading
every day
language breathes
down my nature

on the podium
losing myself
LANGUAGE in stolen words
as kisses
By B.Z. Niditch
making out
in a roll
of my tongue
capturing solitude

with a scrappy
wonder
in a blunted alembic
of a life sentence

soon to be
reflected on
graffiti walls
and then translated.

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The “species dominance” issue will dominate
our global politics this century, resulting in a
major war that will kill billions of people. The is-
sue is whether humanity should build godlike,
massively intelligent machines called
“artilects’ (artificial intellects), which 21st century
technologies will make possible, that will have
mental capacities trillions of trillions of times
above the human level. Society will split into
two (arguably three) major philosophical
groups, murderously opposed to each other.
The first group is the “Cosmists” (based on the
word Cosmos) who are in favor of building arti-
lects. The second group is the “Terrans” (based
on the word Terra, the earth) who are opposed
to building artilects, and the third group is the
“Cyborgs”, who want to become artilects them-
selves by adding artilectual components to their
own human brains.
--Prof. Dr. Hugo de Garis,
Cosmists vs.Terrans: A Bitter Controversy Concerning Whether
Humanity Should Build Godlike Massively Intelligent Machines

Third Millennium Narcissus by Greg Stevens 21


The Future
as we Fear
It
Dr. James Hughes Ph.D. is Executive Director of the
Institute for Ethics and Emerging Technologies, is a bio-
ethicist and sociologist at Trinity College in Hartford
INTERVIEW
Connecticut where he teaches health policy and serves as
Director of Institutional Research and Planning. Dr. and technology can provide, such as longer lives and expanded
Hughes is author of Citizen Cyborg: Why Democratic Socie- abilities. It was an attempt to distinguish the views of most trans-
ties Must Respond to the Redesigned Human of the Future. humanists, who lean Left, from the minority of highly visible Sili-
con Valley-centered libertarian transhumanists, on the one hand,
You created the term “democratic transhuman- and from the Left bioconservatives on the other.
ism,” so how do you define it?
In the last six or seven years the phrase has been supplanted by
The term "democratic transhumanism" distin- the descriptor "technoprogressive" which is used to describe the
guishes a biopolitical stance that combines socially liberal or lib- same basic set of Enlightenment values and policy proposals:
ertarian views (advocating internationalist, secular, free speech,
and individual freedom values), with economically egalitarian  human enhancement technologies, especially anti-aging ther-
views (pro-regulation, pro-redistribution, pro-social welfare val- apies, should be a priority of publicly financed basic research,
ues), with an openness to the transhuman benefits that science be well regulated for safety, and be included in programs of

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universal health care; hood we oblige humans to pass thresholds of age, training and
 structural unemployment resulting from automation and testing, and licensure before they can exercise other rights, such
globalization needs to be ameliorated by a defense of the so- as driving a car, owning a weapon, or prescribing medicine. Chil-
cial safety net, and the creation of universal basic income dren have basic personhood rights, but full adult persons who
guarantees; have custody over them have an obligation to protect and nur-
 global catastrophic risks, both natural and man-made, require ture children to their fullest possible possession of mature per-
new global programs of research, regulation and prepared- sonhood rights.
ness
 legal and political protections need to be expanded to in- Who to include in the sphere of persons is a matter of debate,
clude all self-aware persons, including the great apes, ceta- but at the IEET we generally believe that apes and cetaceans
ceans, enhanced animals and humans, machine minds, and meet the threshold. Beyond higher mammals however, the
hybrids of animals, humans and machines sphere of potential kinds of minds is enormous, and it is very
 alliances need to be built between technoprogressives and likely that some enhanced animals, post-humans and machine
other progressive movements around sustainable develop- minds will possess only a sub-set of the traits that we consider
ment, global peace and security, and civil and political rights, necessary for conferring personhood status. For instance a crea-
on the principle that access to safe enabling technologies are ture might possess a high level of cognition and communication,
but no sense of self-awareness or separate egoistic interests. In
fundamental to a better future
fact, when designing AI we will probably attempt to avoid creat-
ing creatures with interests separate from our own, since they
In simple terms, what is the “personhood theory?” How do you
could be quite dangerous. Post-humans meanwhile may
think it is/will be applied to A.I.? experiment with cognitive capacities in ways that some-
times take them outside of the sphere of "persons"
In Enlightenment thought "persons" are beings aware of with political claims to rights, such as if they suppress
themselves with interests that they enact over time through
capacities for empathy, memory or identity.
conscious life plans. Personhood is a threshold
What ethical obligations are involved in the develop-
which confers some rights, while there are levels of
ment of A.I.?
rights both above and below personhood. Society is
We first have an ethical obligation to all present
not obliged to treat beings without personhood,
and future persons to ensure that the creation of ma-
such as most animals, human embryos and humans
chine intelligence enhances their life options, and
who are permanently unconscious, as having a fun-
doesn't diminish or extinguish them. The most extreme
damental right to exist in themselves, a "right to life."
version of this dilemma is posed by the possibility of a
To the extent that non-persons can experience pain how-
hostile superintelligence which could be an existential
ever we are obliged to minimize their pain. Above person-
risk to life as we understand it. Short of that the simple

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expansion of automation and robotics will likely eliminate most forms
of human labor, which could result in widespread poverty, starvation
and death, and the return of a feudal order. Conversely a well-
regulated transition to an automated future with a basic income
guarantee could create an egalitarian society in which humans all
benefit from leisure.

We also have ethical obligations in relationship to the specific kinds


of AI will create. As I mentioned above, we should avoid creating self-
willed machine minds because of the dangers they might pose to the
humans they are intended to serve. But we also have an obligation to
the machine minds themselves to avoid making them self-aware. Our
ability to design self-aware creatures with desires that could be
thwarted by slavery, or perhaps even worse to design creatures who
only desire to serve humans and have no will to self-development, is
very troubling. If self-willed self-aware machine minds do get created,
or emerge naturally, and are not a catastrophic threat, then we have
an obligation to determine which ones can fit into the social order as
rights-bearing citizens.

What direction do you see technology headed – robots as tools


or robots as beings?

It partly depends on whether self-aware machine minds are first


created by brain-machine interfaces, brain emulation and brain
"uploading," or are designed de novo in machines, or worse, emerge
spontaneously. The closer the connection to human brains that ma-
chine minds have the more likely they are to retain the characteristics
of personhood that we can recognize and work with as fellow citi-
zens. But a mind that emerges more from silicon is unlikely to have
anything in common with human minds, and more likely to either be
Bio-Guardian collaboration by Thomas Wingfield and Joe Mclean
a tool without a will of its own, or a being that we can't communicate
or co-exist with.
B
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umanoid Robot
H
How to Pose as a
ADVICE
PRETEND TO BE DAMAGED
range behavior while failing
A damaged robot may exhibit st
to transmit identification.

CHANGE YOUR HEAT SIGNATURE


. Rub your exposed skin with
Stuff aluminum foil in your pants
gold metal around your
cool mud. Hang a hulking piece of
uit. Your heat signature
neck and slip into an Adidas jumps
nor will it match a healthy
will not match a healthy robot,
human being.

MAKE SOME NOISE


occasi ona l scr ee ch ing be ep or boop should suffice. Make
An
no audition.
it quick and strangled; this is

MOVE LIKE A ROBOT


mark clumsiness that
Early robots exhibited a trade
wne d a dance calle d th e ro bot . Contemporary robots are
spa
re de xt er ous - unles s br oken. Pretend you are either
mo
ed break-dancing machine,
damaged machinery or a well-oil
pop and loc k you r way int o th e heart of robot territory.
and
D DON'T LOOK BACK
IF CONFRONTED KEEP MOVING AN
robots and pretend to be
You're just a poser, so ignore other
nt. Keep your head down and
completely oblivious to the environme
e. The fate of the entire hu-
shuffle forward with a steady, even pac
man race may depend on it.
excerpt from How to Survive a Robot uprising by Daniel H. Wilson
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ROBO-MONK
“...The robot monk
resides at Hotoku-ji,
MEDIA a temple in Kakoga-
wa City, Hyogo Pre-
fecture. Fixed in a
kneeling position, it
features a smoothly
“The bride, Inoue, works for the com-
shaven head and
pany that makes the i-Fairy, and her
prominent ears, just
husband, Shibata, is a client.
like its human coun-

The future terparts. Clad in


priestly robes, it
grasps a string
"It's true that robots are what caused
us to first begin going out, and as sug-
gested by my wife, we decided that we

is being wanted to try this sort of wedding,"


Hotoku-ji monk hard at work
of juzu (Buddhist pray-
er beads) in its left hand. Shibata said after making his vows.
So what does Hotoku-ji's robot priest do? After saying "I do," the bride said that
she wanted to use her wedding to

created
Most of the time it sits absolutely still--one could say
it meditates. When its sensors detect a worshipper show people that robots can easily fit
approaching the altar, however, the robot goes into into their daily lives.
action. It begins to chant a sutra (Buddhist prayer) "I always felt that robots would be-

today. while the shumoku (clapper) in its right hand rhythmi-


cally strikes a mokugyo, a hollow wooden object
something like a gong and a drum.
This particular robot is the creation of Yoshihi-
come more integrated into people's
everyday lives. This cute robot is part
of my company, I decided that I would
love to have it at my ceremony," Inoue
ro Motooka, a 65-year-old former railway technician. said.
- Faith D'Aluisio Most interesting is that the creator, in line with Bud- Makers of the robot, Kokoro Ltd, said
dhist precepts against wasteful excess, made the ro- that while they are still selling the i-
bot with discarded items, including parts from a bicy- Fairy with the stated purpose of help-
cle, a cassette tape recorder, and a washing machine
ing visitors, they're happy for the ma-
motor…”
chine to help weddings cross the digi-
May 28, 1999
tal divide.” AssociatedPress

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ROBO-PRIEST TAKES
CENTER STAGE
YOKOHAMA, JAPAN - The bearded Robo-Priest cost
priest kneels on his cushion in front of nearly $¥500,000.
a Buddhist altar. Incense fills the air, as He is programmed
he chants a sutra for the dead, pausing to deliver word-
after each verse to strike a small brass perfect prayers ac-
Mechanical priest perform-
gong. cording to the rites ing funeral rituals in Yoko-
hama, Japan © Don Farber
"We are very proud of him," says Isao of seven different
Hirata, a hovering acolyte in a navy Buddhist sects, Shinto and two Chris-
blue business suit. "He's so lifelike ... tian faiths.
one of our finest creations." At the push of a button, religious stat-
First, they automated the humans out ues are hydraulically pumped into cen-
of car-making; now, Japan's electronic ter-stage ... seven different Buddhas, a
whiz-kids have made an even more Catholic Christ on a cross, and a slightly
daring breakthrough: taking the priests more haggard-looking one for the
The Citizen Ottawa, Canada Monday April 22,
out of religion. Here, on a hillside in a Protestants. There are two vacant nich-
suburb of Japan's second city, a con- es to accommodate any Jewish or Hin-
struction magnate has spent $¥18 mil- du Yokohamans who may feel left out. and buying a perpetual lease on one will will descend hydraulically from his attic in
lion marrying the marvels of modern Robo-Priest is the centerpiece of a set you back $¥44,000. Funeral services the ceiling and say sutras for the soul of
robotics to the mysteries of the world's chapel built to the design of Mr Hideo and rental of the chapel's many modern the departed for half an hour.
oldest religions. Yoshino, 59, the head of a Yokohama facilities, which include tables and bench- "We are not trying to do live priests out
In this high-tech chapel, all glass and construction company who decided es which can be hydraulically raised and of business," Mr Sakurai said. "However,
stainless steel, computers and hydrau- last year to get into aging Japan's lu- lowered -could cost another $¥100,000 the robot never forgets an anniversary, it
lics do the Lord's work. crative and highly competitive funeral or more. never makes a mistake and you get the
Mr Hirata presses a button on his con- industry. Robo-Priest was built to promote this service free." Since the chapel opened in
trol pad and the priest switches to an- Behind the chapel is a cemetery where automated necropolis, says the chapel's October, Mr Sakurai says business has
other prayer routine - all recorded in Mr Yoshino hopes to make his profit. curator, Mr Tohru Sakurai. The date of a been quite brisk - 200 grave sites have
stereo. The priest bows his head and There are 1,300 grave sites here (swept client's death will be programmed into been sold.
moves his lips in sync with the chant. and watered daily by a robot caretaker), the computer, and every year the priest Sydney Morning Herald, May 4 1993

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Would you accept a robot
as your priest or vicar?
By Danielle Elizabeth Tumminio

THOUGHTS
With artificial intelligence and robots taking over jobs from bank teller to car-
pet cleaner, I decided to see whether something called the Cleverbot could
take over mine. The Cleverbot is a kind of artificial intelligence application that
chats with humans using sentences from previous conversations. It is the con-
summate copycat.

I, on the other hand, am an Episcopalian priest. I teach people about faith,


“The monk is driven by a key-wound guide them through difficult spiritual moments and assist with sacraments. I
spring and walks the path of a square, like to think I'm irreplaceable – or, at least, irreplaceable as far as machines are
striking his chest with his right arm, concerned –but perhaps my assumption is incorrect.
while raising and lowering a small wood-
en cross and rosary in his left hand, turn- Let's say you wanted the Cleverbot to be your priest or pastor. How would it
ing and nodding his head, rolling his fare? I decided to start by asking it some basic questions about Christianity.
eyes, and mouthing silent obsequies.
From time to time, he brings the cross to Me: Who is Jesus?
his lips and kisses it. It is believed that
Cleverbot: Jesus is the son of God.
the monk was manufactured
by mechanician Juanelo Turriano...”
A disturbingly good start, I thought.
- Wikipedia.com
Me: What does "son of God" mean?
Cleverbot: I'm not sure.
HISTORY (Continued on page 29)

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Image courtesy of The Smithsonian Institute
gibly takes a long time to develop, even in Me: What happens in the Bible?
Refreshingly honest. Let's try something humans. Maybe technology wasn't there Cleverbot [and yes, I swear I am not mak-
else. yet. But if we extrapolate from Moore's law ing this up]: Harry kills Voldemort. It all
Me: What is the Trinity? that the speed of computing doubles every ends.
Cleverbot: The holy Trinity? two years, the Cleverbot's speed of thought
Me: Yes. may increase exponentially as well. Abstract So I guess my conversation proves that
Cleverbot: What is your opinion on the thought could be just a few transistors the Cleverbot won't be taking over my
Holy Trinity? away. position as a religious leader any time
soon. But, beyond its lack of technical
Very Socratic, I thought, turning the So, in a final attempt to prevent priest knowledge, perhaps the most compelling
question back at me. mechanization, I decided to ask some of the reason congregants shouldn't be listening
questions that are as essential to a priest's to its auto-generated sermons yet is that
Me: I think it is very profound. What is toolkit as a Phillips screwdriver is to a being a priest is a calling, a vocation.
your opinion of the Holy Trinity? mechanic's. Without answers to these, the
Cleverbot: The bomb! The bomb! The Cleverbot may live in a technological cloud, Even if the Cleverbot had answered every
bomb! but it could certainly not help seekers to one of those questions correctly, there's
reach the heavenly one. more to being a priest than having
Triple enthusiasm for the three-in-one knowledge at one's fingertips – or actua-
and one-in-three went beyond even my Me: What happens at Christmas? tors, in the robot world. People become
zealotry for the Trinity. Perhaps my job Cleverbot: You get presents at Christmas. Christian leaders because of strong faith,
was in jeopardy. Hoping the Cleverbot not just strong intellect. They're motivated
would not rise to the occasion, I decided Me: What happens at Easter? by a sense of calling that courses through
to challenge it with some of the more Cleverbot: We get earned time. the blood, not one that's hardwired into a
philosophical questions I get asked as a motherboard.
woman of the cloth. Me: Do you know any hymns?
Cleverbot: Why did the chicken cross the So I decided to ask the Cleverbot one last
Me: What is transubstantiation? question, the one I should have asked at
road?
Cleverbot: Hello? the beginning:
Now, perhaps abstract thought isn't the Me: What happens in the book of Genesis?
Me: Do you have a calling to the priest-
Cleverbot's strength, but its ignorance of Cleverbot: Everyone dies.
hood?
Eucharistic theology didn't convince me Cleverbot: A calling? I have a calculator.
that my congregation wouldn't exchange Me: Who is your favorite saint?
It's a graphing calculator. I use it in math
those sermons I toiled over for Cleverbot Cleverbot: Drew Brees.
class.
ones. After all, the capacity to think intan- B Re-printed courtesy of guardian.co.uk

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In one corner, we have Robby the Robot,
famous cinematic automaton of the classic
film, Forbidden Planet (1956).
The War
And in the other corner, we have lovable B
-9, mechanical guardian of our space fami-
of the
ly Robinson and popular hero of Lost in
Space. Robots
May the best robot win…
By John Kenneth Muir
In very silly terms, that's the set-up for this
classic first season Lost in Space (1965-1968) Robotoids have a "choice" -- according to
episode, "The War of the Robots," which the Robot -- in the way they follow (or don't OPINION
aired originally on CBS on February 9, 1966. follow...) orders and instructions. The Robin-
sons and especially Dr. Smith (Jonathan Har-
Here, the stranded Robinsons (trapped on a ris) believe their Robot is just jealous of the
desolate alien planet...), unexpectedly dis- new machine, which -- when activated by
cover a quiescent "robotoid" in an over- Will (Bill Mumy) -- shows an affinity for re-
grown grove near their homestead. pairing watches, the damaged chariot, and
other devices.
The Robinsons' protective robot insists the
alien machine (Robby...) is an "extreme dan- Dr. Smith derides the family robot as a
ger" to the humans, in part because of Rob- "clumsy has-been" and "obsolete" as Robby
by's very nature: he's a "robotoid" (unlike the Robotoid in short order becomes practi-
the Robot), and robotoids are advanced ma- cally invaluable to the marooned Robinsons
chines which can go beyond the bounds of (save for Penny, who has mysteriously van-
their programming. (Continued on page 31)

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ished from the entire episode...without it being noticed by her Mom or the incredibly-detailed interior of the Jupiter 2, I'm virtually spellbound.
Dad). Soon, Robby confronts the B-9 and tells him that the Robinsons no Those sets and vehicles appear fantastic and realistic at the same time,
longer need their original robot and that "in comparison" to himself, the and seem completely functional.
B-9 is "very ignorant." I love the way the first season is shot too. In
Alone and abandoned, B-9 skulks away into "The War of the Robots," for instance, a fluid camera
the rocks -- having lost his family -- and soon Rob-
glides in menacingly towards Robby the Robot at
by's true motives emerge. He is actually the dedi-
least twice -- pushing portentously towards the in-
cated servant to an alien scientist (a kind of dog-
alien that very much resembles the Anticans from scrutable juggernaut. A less efficient production
the Star Trek: The Next Generation episode "Lonely might have used a zoom instead of taking the time
Among Us" that was produced and broadcast and energy to move the camera, but you can tell that
twenty-one years later...). The Robotoid's mission is there was no expense spared in early Lost in Space,
not to serve the Robinsons, but rather to disarm
and generally, the series was well-filmed. There's
them, render them "harmless" and deliver them as
experimental subjects to the aliens. "You are weak even a sense of visual ingenuity (and wit...) in the epi-
and vulnerable creatures," Robby tells the Robin- sode's final battle between clunky metal men
sons, "but there are others who have need of you..." All that established, I really can't stomach the
In the end, it's a battle-to-the-death be- second and third seasons of Lost in Space, the color
tween a nearly-invincible Robby (the most famous years which give "campy" entertainment (not to
mechanical man of the movies, pre-Star Wars...) mention sci-fi TV...) a bad name for years and years.
and a vastly-under-powered Bubble-Headed Booby, the most famous I've tried (with considerable dedication) to watch many of those later ep-
mechanical man of television... isodes, but overall they lack internal consistency, paint a silly picture of
Honestly I have a weird sort of love/hate fascination with Lost in the universe, and feature no real character growth or humanity. In the
Space. I absolutely adore the optimistic 1960s futurism on display in the second and third years of Lost in Space, "science" may as well be "magic"
series, not to mention the wonderful conceit that space program tech- for all the logic or intelligence applied by the writers.
nology has become the purview of the American nuclear family in the But -- again -- I must stress that Lost in Space's first season, with
near future. its gorgeous photography and solid balance of characters, features some
Also, I almost universally find the set designs, gadgets, and gen- truly intriguing and (even creepy...) stories. Of course, you can't judge
eral production values of the first season highly commendable....they those forty-year old stories by the standards of today's science fiction. I
outstrip the original Star Trek by a rather wide margin. Thus, I'm a huge mean, the audience that loves and admires the new Battlestar Galactica
admirer of the first season's approach: lensed in moody black-and-white or Firefly isn't going to find a whole lot of meat here; or a whole lot of
(like the Twilight Zone) and dominated by this clunky (but gorgeous)
B
complexity either.
"retro-tech." Every time I see the Robinsons' full-sized, working chariot or
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That established, there's some- of logic and consistency. Early on, Rob-
thing undeniably sweet and sort of by's alien master reveals that he left
pure about these black-and-white
shows. They endure as science fiction
the Robotoid on the planet many years
before. Later in the story, the same al-
The Laws of
parables about the nature of families. ien master explains that if Robby can't
"The War of the Robots" is no excep- send a homing signal soon, they won't
tion to that rule. Here, the Robot feels be able to find him, or the planet.
squeezed out by his new "sibling," Plainly, something doesn't connect be- a robot may
Robby, and becomes jealous that, well, tween those two conversations. If the not injure a human be-
there's somebody newer and more ex- aliens left the robot on the planet, why ing, or through inac-
citing in the room. The Robot begins can't they find it again? Similarly, I en-
tion, allow a human
striking out at those who love him joyed the Robot's explanation of the
being to come to
(refusing to help Will...), becomes petu- subtle distinctions between robot and
harm;
lant and even self loathing (describing robotoid, but how, exactly, does a Ro-
the fact that he has been denied or bot from Earth (from 20th century
"cheated" out of human characteristics Earth) come by this information about a robot must obey the orders
evidenced by the Robotoid.) advanced alien robotoids? given it by human beings except where
Let's face it: haven't we all felt In the end, I suppose it doesn't such orders would conflict with the First
displaced like that from time to time? really matter. "The War of the Robots"
Law;
By a brother or a sister? By your best is a fable or lesson about jealousy, and
friend's 'new' buddy? It's strange that a every other consideration is secondary.
story so plainly concerning sibling ri- And besides, if you grew up in the a robot must protect its own
valry involves an ostensibly "emotion- 1970s with an affection for Forbidden existence as long as such protection
less" robot, but again, that's the great Planet's Robby and the Lost in Space does not conflict with the First or Second
thing about science fiction on televi- Robot, there's no probably way on
Laws.”
sion: it can dramatize stories in a way a Earth (or in space...) you can resist an
regular drama can't. episode involving their robot-on-robot
Even in this episode, however, smack down...
there are matters of concern in terms B

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CINEMA
Real Steel By Theresa Lucas

There are a lot of formulaic movies out there that try to tap into After another disastrous bout, Charlie ends up at the junkyard
the underdog story. Movies like Rocky and The Karate Kid are looking for parts to piece together another robot when Max liter-
classics because we can put ourselves in the shoes of the main ally falls over an old-school robot named Atom that turns out to
character and the moment of victory is sweeter for it-- but what be just the thing to improve their fortunes.
happens when you're rooting for a robot? Real Steel is one of those movies that has so many elements
Real Steel, a movie loosely based on a short story by Richard from other films that very little comes across as new. Take a little
Matheson, is the story of Charlie Kenton (Hugh Jackman) and his Rocky, sprinkle in The Champ and add some Rock 'Em Sock 'Em
estranged son Max. Charlie is a former boxer trying to earn a living Robots for good measure and you've got Real Steel. That said, it's
in a world that no longer has any interest in boxing matches fea- still a pretty good little movie.
turing human fighters. Over time audiences have moved on from Hugh Jackman has to get most of the credit for making "Real
the small spectacle of of traditional boxing matches and now only Steel" a movie worth watching. Charlie isn't a sympathetic charac-
pay the big money to watch robots slug it out in the ring, so Char- ter-- and Jackman doesn't try to make him one. He's schemes and
lie chooses to eke out a living operating his own robot fighter. steals his way through life and the sudden arrival of a kid doesn't
Charlie is the kind of guy who only seems capable of making bad change his character. Max goes toe-to-toe with Charlie but he's
decisions. He rushes into every situation with a gambler's impetu- one of those super-precocious kids that only exist in the movies.
ousness but no eye for detail and is running out of options when He's sympathetic and cute in a predictably smart-mouthed kind of
it comes to staying ahead of his debts. True to form Charlie ap- way, but we've seen him before. Charlie isn't anything new either,
proaches the unexpected appearance of his son Max as an oppor- but at least he takes his time evolving into someone worthwhile.
tunity to score some money rather than showing any interest in The story isn't set that far into the future so the world hasn't
the relationship for its own sake. But Max has more than his share changed that much. The fights are a realistic combination of vide-
of stubbornness and before long is acting as his dad's fighting o/gladiatorial game that actually seem somewhat harmless com-
partner.
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pared to the current reality-television craze. The robots
take a beating, sometimes to the point of being ripped
apart, but it's not cringe-worthy without the blood in-
volved in a real-world fight. There is a slight attempt to
humanize Atom but there are never any glimmers of
sentience beyond the imagination of the characters, so
it's hard to connect to the robot as the underdog of
the story beyond a superficial level. Charlie and Max
do work in that role however and there's a certain
sweetness in seeing heart triumph over advanced
technology.

Real Steel works in that it's a film that successfully


plays on the audience's emotions. Whether it's the
evolution of Charlie's relationship with Max, the recon-
nection between Charlie and his onetime love Bailey
(Evangeline Lilly) or the climactic title-fight, there's a
lot of story to cheer for. Sure it's somewhat cookie-
cutter but it's still an entertaining way to spend two
hours. And it's a diversion you can watch with your
kids-- something I don't take for granted these days. I (TOSY Ping Pong Playing Robot) is a
might wish that the film had explored the idea of re- bipedal humanoid robot designed by
placing fighters with robots and Charlie's feelings TOSY, a robotics firm in Vietnam, to
about that-- it seemed like a missed opportunity that play table tennis against a human. TOPIO 3.0 stands approxi-
was mostly wasted on setting up the final shadow-
mately 6' 2" (1.88m) tall and weighs 264 lbs (120 kg ).TOPIO
boxing scene. However Real Steel is strictly light en-
uses an advanced artificial intelligence system to learn and
tertainment--but it's also good fun and sometimes
continuously improve its skill level while playing.
B
that's all you really need.

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By Justin Yates
REVIEW jective for the first day is to either craft torches to keep the creatures from
spawning or to build a structure to protect you during the night. The creatures,
or “mobs” as they’re called, will spawn anywhere that is dark enough, so even if
Minecraft at its simplest is a sandbox world where
you manage to craft torches, you will still need some kind of structure to protect
you can dig holes, pits, caverns, etc. as well as build
you until you can craft weapons to fight off the mobs. The most feared mob is
hills, mountains, buildings, etc., but it can be so
the Creeper, because unlike the rest of the mobs which just attack you, Creepers
much more. Indeed unless you change the difficulty
will explode as they approach you. You must keep your wits about you, lest you
setting to “Peaceful”, the game is a survival game in
hear the dreaded “sssssssssSSSSSSSSS” which signals that they are about to ex-
addition to a creative outlet. There are two ways to
plode, followed by the *BOOM!* of the explosion which will almost always kill
play the game, single player and multiplayer. Both
you instantly as well as destroying any nearby blocks or structures.
are pretty much the same game except that single
Setting aside the mobs, the game is a great creativity game. When you start you
player is played and the maps are stored on your
only have your hands to gather resources. The only resources you can gather
computer, while multiplayer is played over a net-
with your hands are dirt, sand, and wood. Once you have some wood, you can
work connection and the maps are stored on a
start making use of another great feature of Minecraft: crafting. Using different
server which you connect to in order to play.
materials in different configurations, you can make various tools, materials, re-
The game starts you with no possessions whatso-
sources, and so on. At any given time, you have access to a 2x2 crafting table.
ever and you must find a way to survive the night
You can use this table to make small things such as torches, which requires a
which comes all too soon. As night falls, skeletons,
stick below a piece of coal. The most common use of the 2x2 crafting square is
zombies, giant spiders, and creatures known as
to make a crafting table by arranging 4 wooden planks with one in each square
“creepers” appear and are out to kill you. Your ob-
of the 2x2 grid. The crafting table allows the use of a 3x3 crafting grid. Another

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common use of the 2x2 grid is to process since the introduction of redstone circuitry discount (from what the full version will
wood. One block of wood gives 4 wooden there have even been rudimentary comput- cost) and get all future versions for free in-
planks, two planks stacked one on top of ers. Currently they are only 16-bit machines cluding the full version when it is released.
the other gives four sticks. Sticks are used which are basically just huge adding ma- The final version will sell for €20, but if you
very often to craft axes, shov- chines, but the potential is buy it while it’s in Beta, it only costs €14.95.
els, pickaxes, hoes, fishing amazing, especially as the The price is listed in Euros because Notch
rods, swords, bows, arrows, space available to build a (the creator) lives in Sweden, and the ex-
torches, and more. As you machine is nearly infinite change rates vary every day.
may have guessed, each tool within the world of Mine-
Notch has a lot of ideas for Minecraft and I
has its use. Axes for wood; craft. As technology im-
can’t wait to see what come in the future.
shovels for sand, dirt, gravel, proves and people continue
You can learn more about Minecraft as well
and snow; pickaxes for stone; to take the time to produce
as buy it at http://www.minecraft.net. If you
hoes for farming; fishing rods such creations, the possibil-
would like to follow the progress of Mine-
for fishing; swords, bows, and arrows for ity of having a basic computer (as we think
craft, you can view Notch’s blog or follow
battle; and torches for light. Using the tools of “computers”) within your computer is
@Notch on twitter. He will often announce
(except arrows and torches) causes wear on amazing.
his progress on Minecraft improvements as
them and eventually they will break. Using a At the time of this writing, Minecraft is cur-
well as reveal future plans for Minecraft. B
tool incorrectly, such as a shovel on stone, rently only in Beta, which means it is not the
will cause the tool to be worn more quickly final, full game. Notch is constantly working
and break sooner. on improving the game and adding fea-
The game itself is pretty basic; dig, build, tures. Every so often he will release an up-
and survive, but it can be so much more dated version with a large batch of bug fix-
with a bit of creativity. People have created es, various improvements, and extra fea-
huge recreations of characters, drawings, tures. These updates are free and automati-
scenes, buildings, etc. There have also been cally downloaded when you launch the
working creations such as rollercoasters, game. The game is not free, but it is not too
Rube Goldberg machines, cannons, and expensive either. You can buy it now at a
Minecraft 1.2 released March 1, 2012
36 All images courtesy Mojang
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Black and White Still Life By Anh Duy Nguyen
Citizen Cyborg
“The human race's use of genetic engineering to evolve
beyond our current limitations would be a central politi-
cal issue of the next century. Just as in abortion and brain
death, the key issue in genetic engineering was whether
it is more important that we remain "human" or that we
are "persons." Is there anything we must preserve about
Homo sapiens DNA or "human nature"? The last two
decades have added new tools to transcend our limita-
tions, such as nanotechnology, but the basic question re-
mains the same.
In the twenty-first century the convergence of artificial
intelligence, nanotechnology and genetic engineering
will allow human beings to achieve things previously im-
agined only in science fiction. Life spans will extend well
beyond a century. Our senses and cognition will be en-
hanced. We will gain control over our emotions and
memory. We will merge with machines, and machines will
become more like humans. These technologies will allow
us to evolve into varieties of "posthumans" and usher us
into a "transhuman" era and society.”

James Hughes. Citizen Cyborg: Why Democratic Societies Must Re-


spond To The Redesigned Human Of The Future. Kindle Edition.

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I recently read the wonderful book The Invention of Hugo Cabret with my son. The sto-
ry and beautiful illustrations conjure a surreal world in which a central character is a me-
chanical man. This automaton draws a wonderful picture that is central to the story.
This reminded me of the most famous automaton in history – The Mechanical Turk.
The Turk was touted as an early robot that could play chess at the highest level. Built in
Vienna in 1770 by the inventor Wolfgang von Kempelen, the machine consisted of a
large pedestal, housing intricate machinery on top of which stood a chessboard. To this
box was attached the upper half of a men dressed in oriental robes and a turban. After a
theatrical introduction, the automaton would face a challenger. The Turk would move its
pieces by itself, and would instantly recognize illegal moves.

The Turk first dazzled the court of the empress Maria Theresa in Vienna. It offered a sur-
prisingly good game, and soon became a sensation, touring Europe and later North The Mechanical Turk
America. The Turk was matched against some of the best chess players of the time,
loosing some games, but winning surprisingly many. It remained popular after its inven-
tor’s death, and it even played against Napoleon Bonaparte and Benjamin Franklin. By Kresimir Josic

The secret of the Mechanical Turk was kept for over 50 years – the machine was an elab-
orate illusion. It contained an ingeniously hidden compartment that housed a human HISTORY
operator. This hidden chess master could observe the position on the chessboard above,
and manipulate the Turk. The identity of the operator that made the Turk famous is still
unknown. after the 18th century automaton. Businesses can use this
slick computer interface behind which are hundreds of hu-
The original Turk was destroyed in a fire, but some of the original parts survived. It was mans that actually perform the requested tasks.
reconstructed in 1984 – however, at this time a hidden operator was no longer neces-
sary (a nice video of the reconstructed machine is here ). The present incarnation of The modern chess-playing Turk does not need a human
the Turk is truly autonomous, its moves guided by a chess-playing computer. operator. And this brings us to the interesting question:
How long before we can replace the human operators be-
Today machines can play chess better than any human. However, there are plenty of hind Amazon’s Mechanical Turk with machines? I would
things that humans can still do better: accurately transcribing dictations, or predicting like to believe that this will take a very long time. But given
which products other people will like. the acceleration in innovation that we are experiencing, it
may take far less than 200 years.
Interestingly, Amazon has created an online service to easily harness a large human
workforce for such tasks. And they have named this service The Mechanical Turk, Kresimir Josic is Associate Professor of Mathematics at the University of Houston
and contributer to the NPR program Engines of Our Ingenuity.

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THOUGHTS by Michael A. Arnzen
Here's a fun form of culture jamming -- a very soft and
cuddly act of public defacement not unlike smiley face
graffiti -- that's picking up attention online this month:
"Eyebombing."

"Eyebombing" is the art of sticking "googly eyes" (a.k.a.


"wiggly eyes" -- the glue-on sort of craft store kind) onto
an inanimate object in the public sphere in a way that

Eyebombing
cleverly lends the object the appearance of a living crea-
ture.

The purpose? According to the coordinating website,


eyebombing.com, it's "humanizing the world, one
googly eye at a time." A wee bit subversive in nature, like
drawing a mustache on a billboard celebrity. Take a snap-
shot of this public (de-?)facement, post it to eyebomb-
ing.com, link to it on a Facebook group or Flickr group or
some other social network, and you have a mounting
trend that -- while nothing new, really -- is emerging as a
cute internet meme. We could _possibly_ also call this
meme an instance of the popular uncanny. But maybe
not in the way you might, at first, suspect.

Sure, it's just anthropomorphizing. Such gestures -- which


give the attributes of life to an inorganic object -- often
are "uncanny" because they confuse the assumed bound-
ary between what makes something an object and what
makes something -- anything -- a subject, capable of

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"returning the gaze." We might feel an aura of weirdness for when we turn around, precisely like those eyes on the GEICO
just the first moment we look at the object and see that it is dollar bill stack from advertising ("I always feel like somebody's
"looking back" when it's not supposed to. This reaction harkens watching me.")
back to what Freud once termed the "surmounted" childhood
Of course, this is not really scaring anyone. Disturbing a few,
beliefs in an animistic world, in this case rendering everyday
momentarily, perhaps. But we remain "surmounted" because
urban life as fantastic as the trees that talk in fairy tales or the
we are not fooled by the eyes -- they are not realistic the way
Muppets of television childhood. Only now Oscar the Grouch
that, say, fantastically customized contact lenses or the eyeballs
doesn't live a trashcan -- he IS the trashcan. From guard rails to
from a "reborn doll" are. No -- these "craft" items are virtually
postal boxes, as the result of eyebombing, the objects of every-
two-dimensional in all their clitter-clatter spinning disc glory,
" yebombing
E day life become doll-like with those cheap stick-on "googly"
and are located more in the realm of concepts than animals.
eyes so familiar to us from craft stores.
is the act of Indeed, they seem to make a statement more than talk for

setting But googly eyes are plastic simulacra to begin with. They do themselves. The subversive act of rendering a public, hard ob-
not "move of their own accord" per se -- in fact, it would prob- ject as a personalized and personified object is still potent; it
googly eyes ably be far more uncanny and disturbing to see human beings can defamiliarize in a very palpable manner, like all good art --
on inanimate with plastic eyes like these on their faces instead. In other but it does so in a way that is not felt as threatening. Its unre-
things in the words, this is a representation of the gaze, a plastic staging of ality is domesticated -- which, while seemingly lacking in the
the uncanny, rather than a genuinely haunting act of defamil- haunting power of the uncanny is nonetheless a a defining ele-
public space. iarization. ment of many items of the _"popular"_ uncanny, which subli-
Ultimately mates but never entirely buries repressed desire in its attempt
Yet it is still -- at least at first glance -- a little uncanny. Indeed,
the goal is it is the eyes themselves, far more than the objects they trans-
to make the unfamiliar more familiar -- often by employing the

to humanize form, which I would say are the harbingers of the popular un-
tactics of childhood fantasy.

the streets, canny. Is it not the familiarity of the googly eyes -- not of the Eyebombing is the Fozzie-Bearification of the community prop-
defamiliarized postal box, but the plastic eyes themselves -- erty -- the Jim Hensoning of the public square. There is a re-
and bring
used in such a strange way, that makes them seem so odd, if turn of the repressed invoked here, but it very well may a re-
sunshine to not haunting? The googly eyes themselves are displaced from pressed belief in the power of folk art, which has been increas-
people passing the faces of dolls and other crafts and are now potentially ingly "surmounted" by technology -- or even just a psychologi-
by." looking at us from anywhere, especially places where we would cal reawakening of some relationship to a children's puppet
-- Eyebombing.com not expect to encounter them. The "bombed" site -- a guard from days gone by -- which here returns with a twinge of un-

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rail, a trash can, a light switch -- is surprisingly looking at us canny recognition. Bombs away!

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HISTORY
Automaton
“acting of one’s own will”

1400
The advent www.lessing-photo.com

Edo period
8th Century BCE 2 nd
Century BCE of clock- 1495
Homer writes 1206 work and 1560 c. 1600 (1603–1867)
Hero of Alexandria Leonardo da Mechanician
the use of automata known
that Hephaes- designs many Al-Jazari describes Vinci sketches Juanelo Turriano Clockmakers in
automata builds a praying as karakuri ningyō
tus, blacksmith hydraulic, pneu- complex program- the design for Augsburg, Ger-
in public monk automa are popular in Japan.
to the Greek matic and me- mable humanoid a complex au- many create
clocks for Holy Roman Many of these are
gods, made 3- chanical autom- automata he de- tomated “marvelous silver
across Emperor Charles V designed and creat-
legged servants ata including signed and con- knight, now creatures, chari-
-- automata -- ed in China, then
singing birds, structed in the Book known as “da ots and mechani-
which moved exported as novelties
temple tableaux, of Knowledge of In- Vinci robot” cal tabletop gal-
under their own and moving stat- genious Mechanical leons.”
power and at ues, document- Devices including
ing them in one that could serve
Automata drinks.

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1662
Rene Descartes
1769
envisions the
universe as a 1737
Wolfgang von
machine with
French engi- Kempelen
every living c.1780 c.1800 1850-1910
neerJacques de Vau- tours Europe
thing a complex The Jaquet French Golden Age ,
canson constructs with a chess- James Cox builds
machine com- Droz automata Paris makers sup-
the Digesting Duck, a playing ma- The Peacock Clock
posed of inter- begin touring plied the world
mechanical duck that chine --The
dependent
components
gave the illusion of Turk -- which to promote with musical au- 1969 - 1985
eating and defecating. is thought to watches tomata of artistry
that could be
Voltaire commented be a hoax and beauty. The Mechanical Dark Age
rationally un-
wryly " without the
derstood. Computers and the space race usurped all interest
shitting duck there in the potential of mechanism in popular culture.
would be nothing to
remind us of the glory
of France."

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VIDEO

Automatonophobia ''Our fascination with mechanical,


electrical devices to mimic human
is the fear of anything that
behavior just seems to be unbound-
falsely represents a sentient being.
ed. The products of the mechanician
are so incredible: That a machine
can do what a man can do!''
-- Charles F. Penniman Jr.
The Draughtsman-Writer was built in
the 18th century by Henri Maillardet

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INTERVIEW The House of Automa
The House of Automata, a specialist automata company, is
located in Scotland and is run by Michael and Maria Smart.
They have expertise in most types of antique & modern au-
tomata, & their clients include collectors, auction houses,
media and museums.

PEA GREEN BOAT: In your experience, how do people respond to


automata?
House of Automa (Michael & Maria Start): People respond differ-
ently depending on the automaton. A child can be startled and
scared by the Leaping Tiger and then rapidly soothed by the Rabbit
in a Cabbage. A life-sized lady will awe some people as they register
the different movements, breathing, eyes, etc., but the singing bird
box always delights. People always give a moving automaton their
full attention until very familiar of the sequence of movements.

PGB: Where do automata reside in the ‘uncanny valley?’


HoA: They vary, the most disconcerting can hit the bottom like a
Zombie, some animal automata are as far away from the valley as a
kid’s teddy bear. Averaging them out would put them just into the
uncanny valley.

PGB: Do automata represent the technological innovations of their


day or simply a novelty?
HoA: Automata are more about power and influence then technolo-
gy. The power to entertain, for example Paris Musical automata, or
induce awe as in the case of Tipu's Tiger or The Jaquet Droz writer.
Technological innovation often deadens the lifelike quality with the

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use of modern pneumatics, electronic screens etc.

PGB: Are automata the fore-runners of modern ro-


bots? Do you feel there is any connection between
the two?
HoA: There is no connection between robots, ma-
chines that do a job of work, and automata, ma-
chines that replicate life.

PGB: Why did you set the automata Nancy up with


her own Facebook page? What sort of response has
she received? Have you found anyone who seems to
experience a blurring between Nancy being a au-
tomata and the possibility she might be a live per-
son?
HoA: Nancy has attracted a variety of friends in-
cluding a few (modern) robot-like automata, alt-
hough she relates better to her human friends as she
is more stylish than useful. Nancy recently reverted
to her maiden name of Nancy Animata to distinguish
her from the many Nancy Turners on Facebook. With
Facebook Nancy has the ability to develop an inde-
pendent personality and become more autonomous
particularly as a Woman. Her history is that of a ma-
chine possessed by Men. Facebook allows the fe-
male sex to claim her, interact with and develop her
personality. More than one person is permitted to
respond for her and each of Nancy’s authors genu-
inely tries to respond as she would like. Her re-
spondents seem eager and happy to acknowledge
her as an independent being.
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QUOTE

Every religious sect and group has its amazing stories.


Apparent miracles or successes might make a teaching
sound more plausible, but don’t make it true. Proper
interpretation of Scripture determines truth.

Take for example Gothard’s “Cabbage Patch” flap. In


1986, he taught that the highly popular Cabbage
Patch Dolls were causing strange and destructive be-
havior in children that could only be alleviated when
the dolls were removed or destroyed.

In a letter from his organization, his followers were


told by representative Ginger Jones that to enter into
a written agreement to love a doll was a violation of
the First Commandment. The threat as seen by Go-
thard was that by adopting a doll, children might not
want to raise up their own godly children. Children
may “love” dolls as they do other toys, but this does
not mean they worship them.

Testimonials were included with the above letter


about the awful effects of the dolls with no allowance
made for other environmental and social factors in the
homes. The Cabbage Patch doll became a scapegoat.
The Dangerous Leanings of Bill Gothard’s Teachings
by G. Richard Fisher
A STUDY IN EVOLVING FADISM

Photograph by Theresa Thanh Vu 47


People magazine called it “dog-eat-dog anarchy.” The Wall Street Journal said it was “mass
hysteria” Dr. Ralph Wittenberg chairman of the Psychiatric Society during the early 80s voiced
concern his about a phenomena where a person comes to believe “there is something very
precious and special about something or someone. You somehow submerge your independent
observations and judgment to some more authoritive person or more powerful event.”

http://www.weddingbee.com/2011/01/26/childhood-photos-at-wedding/
HISTORY

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1976 with independently owned small complains “ Cabbage Patch Kids

Xavier Roberts designs a soft bod- businesses, mainly gift shops, degrade the concept of adoption.”

ied doll with a needle-molded face. which take CPKs all over the na-
Joking with friends, he says he tion.
A Georgia housewife advertises
“found them in the cabbage 1978
babysitting for CPK at $10 a week.
patch.” Later, Robert creates a dis-
Roberts purchases a turn of the Local press state her nursery aver-
play of his soft-sculpture “Little
century medical facility in Cleve-

People” at the gift shop where he


land, Georgia and renovates it into 1981 ags nearly a dozen boarders on
works. When asked much they
a manufacturing and distribution
Roberts takes Cabbage Patch Kids any given day. “In the adoption
cost, Roberts quips, “Well, they’re
center he dubs Baby Land General.
international. 500,000 dolls are papers it says you agree not to
not for sale, but you can adopt
sold in Japan. leave the babies alone,” she ex-
them for $30.” The novelty of the
1979 plained.
arrangement and the uniqueness 1982
of the doll design help launch what Popular national television show Coleco purchases the rights to
will eventually become known as “Real People” host Skip Stephen- manufacture and distribute CPK. By May, Coleco has sold $596.5
Cabbage Patch Kids (CPK). son visits Baby Land General, stat-
million dollars in CPK merchandise
ing “Crazy, even for our show.”
1977
1983
Based on his own birth certificate, When the CPK “Bronze Edition” is
Dr. Joyce Brother gives CPK her In June, Coleco begins a heavy tel-
Roberts designs and orders 1000 released, 15,000 dolls sell at $100
evision advertising campaign. Due
faux birth certificates to be distrib- each. 90% of all sales are to adults. “unreserved endorsement.”
to enormous positive response,
uted with each hand-made doll. He The Chicago Tribune calls it the
they discontinue TV ads stating,
begins marketing his “Little Peo- “polyester baby boom.” Concerned United Birthparents, a “We don’t need to spend the mon-
ple” at flea markets and craft fairs. national support group for families ey.”
This leads to distribution deals who give up children for adoption
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heads of the crowd to a third per- his store a few at a time.: Malcolm Watson releases a paper
son waiting at the cash register. stating the doll’s features
In October, A riot over CPK dolls When Sheriff’s deputies arrived the
“releasing mechanism” that trig-
breaks out in Philadelphia, Pennsyl- Consumers mob stores in Florida, frenzied group stomped on their
gers and instinct for nurturing in
vania. including West Palm Beach, North feet and kicked them.
both adults and children.
Miami Beach, Kendall, Boca Raton,
In Pennsylvania, a department
In Dallas, Texas an group of en- and Lauderdale Lakes. The Miami
“They knocked over tables Unconfirmed rumors state: “a sig-
raged consumers threatened a Herald reported that when the
fighting with each other –
doors of Jefferson Ward opened nificant number of hospitals” have
store manager, demanding he un- there were people in mid-air.
there was a “stampede” in which issued real blank birth certificates
load a crate of just delivered dolls It got ugly.”
store employees were “trampled.” to child wanting to adopt non-CPK
In two minutes of hysteria, people dolls.
store manager faced with 1,000
grabbing for CPK dolls overturned
people, many who had been wait-
shelves, knocked a 75-year old man Summit County Indiana residents
ing 8 hours, armed himself with a
to the floor, and came to blows ask to officially register CPKs adop-
baseball bat. The result was five
over dolls. One employee stated, tions.
“Some people were crying because causalities, one a broken leg.
they didn’t get one. Some wanted In Charleston, West Virginia, 5,000
and sell them immediately to sue because we had run out.” shoppers stormed Hill’s Depart-
ment Store for 120 CPK. The man-
Thanksgiving Weekend, 1983 One Florida store manager, fearing
ager later told a journalist:
the angry crowd, decided to hand
In Des Moines, Iowa a woman ask
out tickets and allow people into In December, ALTERNATIVES, a
her grandson, a college football
“I started handing out tickets, Georgia based non-profit said the
player, to utilize his skills to obtain
and there were people all over dolls clearly “brought out the worst
a doll. With two friends running
me. They were grabbing at me, in consumers,” who “trampled one
interference as the doors opened, trying to trip the tickets from another in a frenzy of Christmas
he was able to beat the mob and my hands. They were screaming
spirit to purchase the dolls.”
obtain a doll, which he threw in a and tearing at each other. They In Yonkers, New York a local paper
“picture-perfect spiral” to a waiting were going to kill one another reports the popularity of Cabbage-
friend, who then threw it over the
just for a doll. I got back inside Brandeis University psychologist tizing – baptism of a CPK. Church
and called the police.”

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owner, was possessed by a Davenport, Iowa. Doll owner
“demon.” Victims claim the dolls Norm Grimstead stated: “They’ve
order them to injure themselves been living together for several
or others. In one case an exorcist months. We thought it was about
is bought in to deal with the time.” Disc jockey Dave Schrop-
problem. shire quips, “This may be the first
Cabbage Patch wedding. I hope it
In Virginia Beach, Virginia a CPK doesn’t lead to the first doll di-
was stolen from the Thomas vorce.”
House Adoption Center, but local
papers referred to the incident as March 6, 1984 A CPK funeral
authorities deny these have taken “kidnapping” and reported the takes place in Corpus Christi, Tex-
place. culprits were quickly arrested and as in a “tiny black pine casket”
plead guilty. Helen Williams organized the
In Palm Harbor, Florida a CPK event as a protest against CPK no
Nation magazine reports: The
named Effie May is elected hon- longer being exclusively distribut-
Reverend Jerry Falwell said that
orary mayor on the platform of ed through small businesses, with
the dolls were “blasphemous cari-
“sunshine, lollipops, and rain- 50 supporting small business
catures”…when he first heard of
bows.” owners and 30 CPK mourners
the Cabbage Patch Kids, he ap-
wearing black armbands
proved of them because ‘they
Photograph by Theresa Thanh Vu
In Dallas, Texas a journalist re- taught little girls to think about
ports seeing a wealthy older adoption rather than abortion.” Rumors begins to circulate about
woman grocery shopping with a Now, however, he believes they the origins of CPK dolls, including
CPK “propped up in a shopping
cart,” arguing out loud, then de-
are ‘the spawn of Satan.’” conspiracy theories involving
the government and Satanist.
Secret History
ferring to the doll for a decision. On February 29, 1984 a CPK Another rumor is damaged dolls
“couple” named Gerard and Jodie returned for repair are returned in
of the Cabbage
Omni magazine reports several

Patch Kids
incidents in which a CPK doll, be- Nelly are married in a service a coffin or the owner billed for a

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ing treated as a living child by the broadcast live by KSTT-AM in funeral.

Information from Fantasy: The Incredible Cabbage Patch Phenomenon by William Hoffman (1984) 51
Robert FOLK LORE
the
Doll
Robert Eugene Otto (1900-1974) was born to a The fact that Robert Otto was an
reasonably wealthy Key West, Florida family. In only child is reason enough for him
1906, a family servant made Robert a doll de- to become attached to Robert the
signed to look just like him. Local folklore con- Doll, but he never seemed to out-
tends the servant practiced voodoo and used the grow his obsession with it. As an
doll to curse the family. adult, he kept the doll in his bed-
room and took it with him every-
Robert Otto and Robert the Doll were often seen where -- even after he married.
together, wearing matching outfits. The doll went This quirk was seen as harmless by
everywhere with him, sat with the family during friends and neighbors. According to locals, Robert Robert the Doll’s WEBSITE
meals, and slept in the same bed. Eugene's parents the Doll was often seen sitting in an upstairs win-
said they often heard him talking to the doll and dow and some how this made people uncomforta- Robert the Doll’s BLOG
that the doll appeared to be talking back. Alt- ble. Some people swore they had seen the expres-
Robert the Doll’s TWEETS
hough at first they assumed their imaginative son sion on the doll’s face twist into a frown or threat-
was simply answering himself in a changed voice; ening sneer. When Robert Otto died in 1974, Rob- Robert the Doll’s WIKIPEDIA ENTRY
but according to local gossips, they later believed ert the Doll was placed in the attic.
that the doll was actually speaking. After a being After Robert Otto’s death, his widow rented out Robert the Doll on TRAVEL CHANNEL
woken in the night by Robert Otto’s screams, his the house with strict instructions that Robert the
Robert the Doll on YOUTUBE
parents became more seriously worried. Anything Doll was to remain in the attic and not be taken
that happened around the house, Robert Otto out for any reason. Her wishes were followed until Robert the Doll’s SINGLE
pointed to the doll and said, “Robert did it!” after her death and Robert the Doll found it’s way
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Isla de
Las Munecas
In the Mexican boroughs of Xochimilco, a man named
Julián Santana Barrera raised few eyebrows when he began
collecting the broken bodies of dolls. He claimed the dolls

“My Name is Talky kept away evil spirits. When asked, he said he believed the
dolls were somehow alive, but in limbo after having been
Tina and I am going “forgotten” by their owners. Barrera lived in isolation on a

to kill you.” man-made island used for farming, called a chinampa, in a Pediophobia
hut with no utilities. He kept to himself, turning away visitors is a fear of dolls,
and seeing only family members. He decorated the trees on
In the Twilight Zone’s Living Doll manikins, or
his chinampa with the dolls and doll parts he found in near-
episode, a little girl receives a Talky
by canals and trash heaps. According to local folklore he was children.
Tina doll ( modeled on Chatty Cathy),
but her stepfather, Erich, angry over concerned with appeasing the spirit of a dead girl who had
the cost, throws the doll across the drowned in the canal. The identity of the girl is unknown, as
room. When he picks it up, it says “I are the details of her death, but some claim that Barrera
don’t like you.” Disturbed by the doll, found the dead girl himself. Locals said Barrera divided his
Erich tries to get rid of it by throwing
free time between searching for additional dolls and rear-
in the trash, burning it, and cutting it
ranging those he put on display. In the 1990s, the display of
with a saw. but Talky Tina gains the
upper hand and causes his death. doll parts attracted the attention of the press and Barrera
When the mother picks the doll up, it found himself the center of unwanted attention. He died of
delivers it’s famous line: My name is old age in 2001, leaving the chinampa to his brother. It is
Talky Tina...and you better be nice to
now a popular paranormal tourist destination known as Mex-
me!
ico’s Island of the Dolls.

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T
o this day, I have no idea how my mother obtained our Cabbage Patch Kids
in the midst of that psychotic media blizzard. There were no toy stores in
Yuma, and my parents were not the type of people who just up and flew to

All Dolls Chicago or New York City on a whim. This was before the Internet turned
holiday shopping into a national bidding war between desperate soccer moms and
entrepreneurial computer nerds. All my mother had was an outdated JC Penney
catalogue and an overwhelming desire to please her children. It was a Christmas

Go To Heaven
miracle. Of course, they saved the good stuff for last, making us wade through a se-
ries of colorfully-wrapped tube socks and notebooks before we finally got to the
cool presents. I was so excited when I finally tore open the last package.

It was a boy! But he didn’t look much like me. He had black hair made out of yarn,
and his eyes were large, blue, and incredibly creepy. The expression on his fat face
closely resembled Renaissance paintings of the baby Jesus, which seemed appropri-
OPINION ate considering the circumstances. He wore a flannel shirt underneath a pair of den-
im overalls. On his feet were plastic tennis shoes tied with real string. It wasn’t an
outfit I would have picked for myself, but then again, as my father’s deflated expres-
sion indicated, parents couldn’t dictate their children’s desires. If my son wanted to
dress like a Depression-Era redneck, I wasn’t going to stand in his way. I named him
Jericho. Jerry for short.

I had a rather large collection of stuffed animals that were arranged in my room just
so. The dogs were on the dresser, the cats were posed above the headboard of the
bed, the exotic animals (lions, tigers, monkeys, etc.) were lurking on the bookcase,
and the aquatic animals swam around underneath the bed. I rotated the stuffed an-
imals that slept in bed with me in order to prevent jealousy and political infighting
amongst the groups.

Jerry immediately became prince of my little animal kingdom and took his place be-
side me in bed. After I explained the situation to the other stuffed animals and posi-
tioned Jerry in a comfortable spot on my right, my parents came to tuck me in. They
always tried to get through the process without answering a million questions, but I
By Dale Bridges rarely allowed that to happen.

54 Photograph by Theresa Thanh Vu


“Will Jerry go to heaven?” I asked. paradise, right?”
“Yes-huh. If he wasn’t alive, how would
“No,” my father said immediately. he be able to help Dorothy find the Emer- “Right.”
“Absolutely not. That thing is a toy, and ald City?”
there are no toys in heaven.” “And what is a paradise?”
“That was a movie.”
“His name is Jerry,” I said. “A paradise is a perfect place.”
“Lots of movies are about real stuff.”
“What?” “But this one isn’t.” “That’s right. And, would heaven be a
perfect place if Jerry wasn’t there?”
“He prefers to be called Jerry and not that “How do you know?”
thing.” “No.”
“I just know.”
My father made a familiar, strangling “Then there’s your answer,” she said.
noise, which was something that often “But how do you know?” “Now roll back over and accept your pun-
happened when he was talking to me. I ishment.”
continued. “Because I’m worried about My father raised his hands in the air like a
Jerry going to hell. He has a plastic face, criminal surrendering to a SWAT team. I rolled over, and she kissed me on the
and I’m afraid the fire would melt it off.” “That’s it!” he said. “I’ve had enough. I’m nose.
going to bed.” He turned to my mother
“That thing is not going to hell either,” on his way out. “You bought him that… “Jerry, too,” I said.
said my father. His neck was starting to doll, so you deal with this.”
get red the way it sometimes did when She kissed Jerry on the nose, as well, and
the Nebraska Cornhuskers were losing at We watched him leave, and then my
then left the room.
football. “It’s a toy filled with stuffing. It’s mother said, “Roll over on your stomach
not alive. In the Bible it says…” so I can rub your back.” She sat on the
edge of my bed. I rolled over, and my I was thankful for my mother’s reassur-
“But what about the Scarecrow?” I said. mother ran her fingers over my back, ances, but I was still worried. There was a
which was relaxing and made me sleepy. hole in her logic. In order for people to
“The what?” go to heaven, they had to be baptized.
“Is Dad mad at me?” I asked.
My father had delivered numerous ser-
“The Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz was
filled with stuffing, and he was alive.” I “He’s just grumpy,” she said. “Don’t pay mons on the subject, and he was ada-
paused to consider this. “But he didn’t any attention to him.” mant about it. It didn’t matter what you
have a brain. Maybe that’s the problem. believed, if you died without being bap-
Can Jerry go to heaven if he doesn’t have “I’m still worried about Jerry. Do you tized, you were going to H-E-double
a brain?” think he’ll go to heaven?” hockey sticks. It’s possible that Jerry’s
“The Scarecrow is not alive either.” “I don’t know,” she said. “But heaven is a former owner had given him proper theo-

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logical instruction, but I couldn’t take that God. He said that he did. I pushed him “It was a simple
chance. I would have to solve this bap-
tism problem, and fast.
under water for a few minutes, and that
was that.
ceremony. I asked
Jerry if he believed
My parents both worked full time, which At least that would have been that if I
left a two-hour window after school dur- hadn’t remembered the mob of unre- that Jesus was the
ing which my siblings and I were left un-
supervised. It’s surprising how much
pentant stuffed animals living in my bed-
room. There was Curious George and
son of God. He said
mayhem you can cause and then cover Scooby Doo and Harry Dog and Theodo- that he did. I pushed
up in one hundred and twenty minutes. ra Bear. They were all heathens. How
We once turned our entire basement into could I have been so foolish? I ran to my him under water for
a medieval castle, stormed it, broke two
lamps and a hair dryer, and still managed
room and started hauling armloads of
stuffed animals to the bathroom. It was
a few minutes, and
to have everything back in order before quite a collection of furry anthropomor- that was that.”
our parents walked through the door. It phized sinners. I rolled up my sleeves
was like a scene from Mary Poppins, ex- and got to work. I was cleansing the have a big mess to clean up, young man.”
cept there was no duet between an up- Cookie Monster’s soul when my mother
tight British nanny and Dick Van Dyke. came home. I finished baptizing Cookie Monster and
Big Bird, and then I joined my mother
Two hours was more than enough time “I see we’ve been busy,” she said as she downstairs, where the dryer was making a
for me to baptize Jerry before my father stood in the bathroom doorway. She heavy plunk-plunk-plunk sound as it ro-
came home. I filled the bathtub with cold looked at the pile of soggy animals in the tated.
water and lit several candles. I don’t re- hamper. “Swimming lessons?”
member what the candles were for now, “Baptism,” I said. “Are they okay in there?” I asked.
but they seemed appropriate at the time. “I see. Are you done?”
I instructed my siblings to change into My mother nodded. “They’ll be fine. You
their Sunday clothes, and after I put on “Two more.” get some towels and clean up the bath-
the finest clip-on tie in my collection, I room. I’ll keep an eye out on your disci-
brought Jerry to the bathroom. She thought about this for a few seconds, ples.”
and then she took off her jacket and
It was a simple ceremony. I asked Jerry if picked up the hamper. “Finish up and “Good thinking,” I said. I ran upstairs to
he believed that Jesus was the son of bring them downstairs,” she said. “You get rid of the evidence."
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Baby Yes, Cabbage
Patch Kids
Land Are Still
Creepy
General by Ramona Creel
When I was a smallish-sized person, Cabbage Patch Kids were all

DESTINATION the rage, but I was pretty sure they wouldn't last. In a world where
toy fads come and go, I'm amazed to see that something so weird
and creepy has stood the test of time. But I'm here to report that
CLICK HERE
to ENTER they're still going strong -- and you can even visit the hospital

the UNCANNY VALLEY where all dolls are born, out in the middle of nowhere in rural
Georgia!

An Entrepreneur's Dream
In 1978, a young fabric artist started a hobby that created a cultural
phenomenon, grew into a multi-million dollar business, and put
Cleveland, GA on the map. Xavier Roberts (you just have to love
anyone outside of a Hollywood film named Xavier!) had become
interested in "needle molding," a German fabric sculpture tech-
nique from the early 1800s. He starts making strange little faces
that looked a bit like potatoes with big nostrils, and eventually ex-
panded into one-of-a-kind adoptable dolls -- complete with their
own unique birth certificates. In 1978, he won first place at the Os-
ceola Art Show with one of his early dolls named "Dexter" (not a

Baby Land General images courtesy Theresa Thanh 57


serial killer.) Flush with success, Xavier hit the craft show circuit $150. These days, they create dolls from teeny newborn "is-it-a-
and began selling his handmade "Little People" for an adoption boy-or-a-girl" babies, all the way up to what look like thuggish
fee of $40 per doll. At the same time, he got some friends to help and sullen adolescents. You can get kids of every nationality
renovate a turn-of-the-century medical clinic in the North Georgia (although they all have the same goofy-looking face, just different
Mountains into a museum and store for his creations -- called Ba- skin color -- kind of like the legions of multi-cultural “It's A Small
by Land General Hospital. World" children!) Whatever your taste, you can find it here --
blondes, brunettes, redheads, and baldies, kids with 'fros, kids with
In the early 80's, Xavier signed a licensing agreement with Coleco
stylable hair, and even kids that look like they are meant to have
to create more durable, non-original, less-expensive versions of
these dolls under the name "Cabbage Patch Kids" for national dis- dreadlocks. Buy a doll to match your child (or to take the place of
the child you never had) -- it's all good at Baby Land!
tribution. These are the dolls most folks remember and still buy
today (with vinyl heads that smell disturbingly like baby powder.) It's Even Weirder In Person
Millions were sold in the first year, but that didn't even come close
If you thought that walking through the Cabbage Patch section at
to meeting demand -- and during the holiday shopping season,
your local toy store was disconcerting, try a miniature theme park
all you had to do was turn on the nightly news for shots of ugly
filled with creepy little kids! The speakers play cheesy hip-hop ver-
mall-mob scenes with grown women fighting over who was going
sions of nursery rhymes (yo yo black sheep, gots you any wool?) --
to get the last doll in stock. The marketing of Cabbage Patch Kids
and you are greeted by a terminally cheerful older lady in a
is both a sad reminder of our lack of consumer perspective and
nurse's outfit, crooked lipstick, and too much pancake makeup.
the most successful introduction of a new doll line in the history of
She's clutching a doll to her ample bosom, talking in baby-speak,
the toy industry -- and the whole thing started in backwoods
and inadvertently frightening small children with her enthusiasm. I
Georgia (go figure!)
couldn't help picturing her as one of those deranged women who
Fast-forward 35 years from the beginning, and Baby Land General
finds out she's infertile, kidnaps other people's newborns, and
has outgrown its original location -- the company recently built a
passes them off as her own -- she's clearly been let out of prison
huge 70,000 square foot building on 96 acres facility that looks
on work release and placed in what should be a "safe" environ-
more like an antebellum home than a toy store. This is where you
ment for her
have to go for the seriously collectible original kids. Early "Little
The front room is filled with cases of early collectible kids, each
People" can be valued at as much as $20,000 (insane, if you ask
with a price tag of $5,000-$15,000 (more expensive than adopting
me), and you can still adopt a hand-stitched cloth baby for around
a puppy, but less than the cost for a live child!) And new babies

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are "birthed" every hour at the Magic Crystal Tree in the hospital has moved toward a less regulated
the back room -- a mother cabbage goes into la- procedure for those without insurance -- all around
bor, animatronic bunnybees pollinate the dolls with the room, you can pluck your own baby from the
crystals (a very gender stereotypical blue for boys "garden" without professional assistance (which I
and pink for girls), and a "LPN" (Licensed Patch imagine will be the downfall of the CP health sys-
Nurse) runs over to assist with the delivery. She (no tem in coming years.) You can even bring your
male nurses at Baby Land) comments on how much original cloth dolls in to the "bathing camp" for
the tree is dilated (I'm sorry, but that's just wrong) clean-up and refurbishing, but I didn't get a good
and injects the cabbage with "imagicillin" answer about what they do with discarded kids

(presumably to protect its offspring from being dull whose owners have grown up and forgotten about
them. There's no "re-adoption" center for older
and boring -- would that we had such a shot for
Cabbage Patch Kids (the ones with serious aban-
real people!) The youngest human in the room is
donment issues), and I didn't see a landfill or incin-
allowed to choose the first and middle names --
these are recorded on the birth certificate, the baby erator in the back -- so maybe they turn them into
nutrition for the newly growing buds ("soylent
is placed in one of the cribs scattered about the
green is cabbage!")
hospital, and that kid is officially put out for adop-
tion. It's free, it's weird, it's nostalgic, and it's the only
thing to do in Cleveland, Georgia -- so I say Bab
Occasionally a c-section (cabbage, not cesarean)
Land General is worth a stop. But remember, this
may be required (shoulder dystocia? placental ab-
ruption?) Since not every birth goes the way nature place is really nothing more than a gigantic toy
store, filled with every bit of Cabbage Patch para-
intended, the hospital Intensive Care Unit (seems
phernalia you could possibly imagine. If you're
like it should be "Intensive Cabbage Unit," in keep-
bringing a child with you, don't expect to escape
ing with the theme) is lined with incubators full of
without dropping at least $50 in the process!
teeny unformed preemies -- just a decapitated
R
head sticking out of a cabbage leaf (tell me tod-
dlers aren't going to have nightmares about that!) I
don't know what the cabbage mortality rate is, but Copyright Ramona Creel, all rights reserved.
Baby Land photographs courtesy Theresa Thanh Vu

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60 Temple of Technology by James Rugg
ESSAY

Because the Western media often cites Shinto as the


reason for the Japanese affinity for robots, I ask what
else has shaped Japan’s harmonious feelings for intelli-
gent machines. Why is Japan eager to develop robots,
& and particularly humanoid ones? I also aim to discover if
religion plays a role in shaping AI scientists’ research
styles and perspectives. In addition, I ask how Western
and Japanese scientists envision robots/AI playing a role
in our lives. Finally, I enquire how the issues of ro-
boethics and rights for robots are perceived in Japan
and the West.

The fields of robotic technology and AI are closely relat-


ed and often overlap. Robotics falls under the umbrella
of artificial intelligence research. Both The New Oxford
Dictionary of English and Japan’s authoritative Kojien
dictionary define artificial intelligence as the perfor-
mance by computer systems of tasks normally requiring
human intelligence. Meanwhile, The New Oxford Dic-
tionary of English describes a robot as “a machine
(sometimes resembling a human being) that is capable
By Mary King of carrying out a complex series of actions automatical-
ly, especially one programmable by a computer.” The
Kojien dictionary says a robot is a “complicated man-
made automaton, an artificial person or cyborg, a ma-
chine for work or a machine that is controlled to per-
form automatically.”

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Since 1993 Robo-Priest has been on call 24-hours a day at Yoko-
hama Central Cemetery. The bearded robot is programmed to
perform funerary rites for several Buddhist sects, as well as for
Protestants and Catholics. Meanwhile, Robo-Monk chants sutras,
beats a religious drum and welcomes the faithful to Hotoku-ji, a
Buddhist temple in Kakogawa city, Hyogo Prefecture. In 2005, a
robot named Kiyomori, dressed in full samurai armor received
blessings, at a Shinto shrine on the Japanese island of Kyushu.
Named after a famous 12th-century military general, Kiyomori
prayed for the souls of all robots in the world before walking qui-
etly out of Munakata Shrine. Geminoid Hl-1 and Hiroshi Ishiguro

In Japan robots not only take an ac-


swer various questions. Saya has a range of expressions, and re-
tive part in religious life, but can reg-
sponds politely in Japanese if you flatter her but takes offense at
ularly be seen fulfilling other roles
insults. Her creator, robot engineer Hiroshi Kobayashi, continues
too. Humanoid robots such as
to work on improving Saya’s appearance and motion, although
Mitsubishi’s Wakamaru are designed
he has no plans for her to walk. Kobayashi does not consider
to become part of the family, to en-
Saya to be intelligent. He also doubts that robot engineers will
tertain both young and old, as well as provide information and
succeed in developing a robot with the mental, physical and
security. Last year Ryota Hiura, a roboticist at Mitsubishi, told a
emotional capacity of a child, let alone of an adult. (Note: This
Chicago Tribune journalist about an elderly woman dying of
has changed, see video “Robot learns like Toddler” left)
heart disease who had asked for her Wakamaru to attend her fu-
neral. Hiura explained that the old woman’s dying wish had been
“The idea of a robot with the intelligence of an adult or even that
respected.
of a five-year-old child is impossible. Such ideas are still in the
realm of sci-fi,” said Kobayashi during a face-to-face interview.
Visitors to Tokyo University of Science are often surprised by the
presence of Saya, an android that has worked on the university’s
Meanwhile, Hiroshi Ishiguro, who is Director of Osaka University’s
reception desk for the past four years. Saya is human-like in ap-
Intelligent Robotics Laboratory, has attracted attention by mod-
pearance. She wears a lemon-colored uniform and is able to an-
eling androids on real-life people, among them his daughter and

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becoming slaves of machines. The play, however, created a vastly
different impression after it opened in Tokyo in 1924. The Japa-
nese found the idea of artificially created humans to be more intri-
guing than threatening. But RUR lost its intended meaning in Ja-
pan, because both the title of the play and the word “robot” were
translated as “jinzo ningen,” meaning artificial-human, which gave
the Japanese a warm feeling. Afterwards, Japanese writers and sci-
entists were inspired to explore the possibility of creating artificial
humans, and eventually the word jinzo ningen was replaced by the
catchierkatakana word “robotto.”

Robotto made it into a Japanese dictionary in 1928, the same year


that Hirohito became emperor. To mark the coronation of the new
A scene from the play R.U.R by the Czech Playwrite Karel Čapek
emperor, Japanese biologist Makoto Nishimura, designed a 2.33-
metre-high, gold-colored humanoid that could open and close its
eyes, smile and write Chinese char-
acters.
Both the East and the West have an ancient history of mechanical
“machines,” toys and dolls that can be considered to be the fore- Gakutensoku went on show that
runners of the robot. However, Leonardo da Vinci’s 1495 drawing same year in Kyoto and many Japa-
of a mechanical knight is reputed to be the first actual plan for a
nese offered prayers to the golden
humanoid robot. Stories of golem and of Frankenstein have also mechanical giant. Undoubtedly,
held sway over Western imaginings of artificial man-made beings. Gakutensoku reminded people of
The word “robot,” with its connotations of beings that replace hu-the Buddha statues that adorn tem-
mans, derives from the Czech noun robota, meaning forced labor. ples throughout the country. Gakutensoku
Czech playwright Karel Capek made the word famous Gakutensoku was impressive even
in Rossum’s Universal Robots (RUR), his play about mass- though it was basically little more than a huge relation of a kara-
produced robots that were actually made of flesh and blood. kuri ningyo, the 18th-century mechanized dolls that charmed Jap-
anese by serving tea, writing auspicious Chinese characters or
First staged in 1921, many people interpreted RUR as an attack on shooting arrows at targets.
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NHK TV news presenter Ayako Fujii. His most needs. Consequently, remote presence is an option also being
recent android is Geminoid Hl-1, a clone image considered. This way a human would be able to watch and control
of himself. According to NHK TV news reports, the robots, but the human would not necessarily have to be based
Ishiguro hopes to accomplish more during his in Japan.
day by allocating some of his meetings and du-
ties to Geminoid Hl-1 and then teleconferenc- Shinya Ono, a scientist and a politician with Japan’s leading Liberal
ing through the android. Ishiguro’s android Democratic Party, states that within 10 years every Japanese per-
twin has already started teaching some of the scientist’s classes. son will have a robot in their home. In his 2005 book Robotto
Hassou Omocha Bako (Robot Idea of Toy Box), Ono says one ro-
On his web site, Ishiguro says he creates robots that act 90 per bot costs the manufacturer 5 million yen to produce, but that with
cent human, that can understand jokes and resolve problems. The
professor also jokes that his wife nearly slept with his robot. Ap-
parently, Mrs. Ishiguro once got into bed with Geminoid, and
when his robot exclaimed that it was late, she apologized and
hugged the robot without realizing it wasn’t her husband.

Japan is world leader in the development of humanoid robots. It is


particularly eager to develop humanoid robots because the coun-
try is facing a demographic time bomb. With one fifth of its popu-
lation over the age of 65, Japan already has the largest percentage
of elderly in the world. According to the International Monetary
Fund, by 2025 Japan will have only two people of working age for
every retirement-age person (those 65 or older). Western coun-
tries are likely to resolve their demographic problems by import-
ing cheap foreign labor and encouraging immigration but Japan
takes a xenophobic stance on the idea of large-scale immigration.
Therefore, the Japanese expect robots to fill the gap in the future
labor market.
was a humanoid robot built by Westinghouse
Electric Corporation as a promotional tool.
Humanoid robots are particularly popular because studies show Elektro stood 7’ tall, weighing 265 lbs. It could move its head and
that people enjoy interacting and bonding with them, so human- arms, walk when commanded, speak 700 words, and smoke ciga-
oid robots are considered ideal for roles that entail caring for rettes. His photoelectric eyes could distinguish red and green light.
Japan’s sick, elderly and children. But there are concerns that ro- He was on exhibit at the 1939 New York World's Fair.
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insurance a robot could be rented to each household for 10,000 have expressed frustration at Japan for not providing “profound
yen per month. feedback” on roboethics and the issues of applying robots to soci-
ety.
Ono, who launched the Robolympics campaign, also aims to see
Japan host the world’s first Olympics for robots. Meanwhile, Shu This European stance reflects a lack of understanding of Japan’s
Ishiguro, head of Robot Laboratory in Osaka, is con- religion, history, culture and society. It is probably
fident that by 2050 Japanese robots will beat the impossible to transpose the Japanese experience
human winners of World Cup Soccer. with robots onto the West due to these differ-
ences. To begin with the Japanese recognize kami
Apart from having robots contribute to society, an- The observation made in (gods) in both animate and inanimate objects, a
other major incentive for robot development in Ja- 1965 by Gordon Moore, co- concept difficult for monotheistic Westerners to
pan is undoubtedly financial. The Japan Robot As- founder of Intel, that the fully appreciate. For various cultural reasons the
sociation has estimated that the market for person- number of transistors per Japanese will not problematize the issue of robots
al robots could be worth as much as $50 billion by square inch on integrated in society in the same way as Westerners.
2025.
circuits had doubled every
Naho Kitano, a roboticist at Tokyo’s Waseda Uni-
year since the integrated
Due to its achievements in robotics Japan is often versity, defended Japan’s stance at the 2006 con-
circuit was invented. Moore
referred to as “Robot Kingdom,” but some U.S. and ference of the European Robotics Research Net-
European AI scientists are not impressed by Japan’s predicted that this trend work (EURON). In her paper titled Roboethics: A
progress in the field. During the 2005 International would continue for the fore- Comparative Analysis of Social Acceptance of Ro-
Robotics Exhibition held in Tokyo, Joseph Engel- seeable future.. bots Between the West and Japan, Kitano explains
berger, considered by many to be the “father of in- that in Japanese history Western technology was
dustrial robotics,” accused the Japanese robotics industry of wast- never perceived as an “enemy to humans like the Luddites in Eng-
ing time and money on “producing toys.” Engelberger berated Ja- land.” The Japanese eagerly embraced technology in the mid-19th
pan for focusing on developing humanlike robots instead of pro- century after the U.S. forced Japan out of more than two centuries
ducing robots with a specific function. He emphasized that robots of self-imposed isolation. After the fall of the Tokugawa feudal
do not have to look human to be useful to humans. system, Japan forged ahead under the political banners of bun-
meikaika (modern culture and enlightenment) and fukokukyohei
However, Japan has also worked hard to develop non-humanoid (rich nation, strong military). The Japanese equated civilization
robots. Among them are walking robot chairs that can carry the with technology and Westernization.
elderly or disabled, the HAL exoskeleton “bionic” suit that doubles
the strength of its wearer, as well as snake robots that can be used Capek’s RUR and Asimov’s robot stories are prime examples of
for earthquake rescue services. European roboticists, meanwhile, Western literature that present the robot as a threat, whereas in

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Japan robots have long been viewed as mans. South Korea is concerned that some people will become
loveable characters. The most famous addicted to robots, may want to marry their android, or will use
robot in Japan is Tetsuwan Atom robots for illegal activities. The charter demands full human con-
(Mighty Atom/Astro Boy), a robot boy trol over the robots, an idea that is likely to be popular with Japa-
with a human soul who serves as an nese too. But a number of organizations and individuals in the
ambassador for peace. Most Japanese West are bound to criticize laws that do not grant equal human
roboticists say Tetsuwan Atom inspired rights to robots.
them as children to pursue a career in
robotics. The 1960s cartoon still holds a Western academics and lawyers have been discussing the issues
special place in the hearts of Japanese of roboethics and robo-rights for more than two decades now.
today because it has been through Tet- For example, Robots: Technology, Culture and Law in the 21st
suwan Atom stories that many found a Century, an academic paper by Phil McNally and Sohail Ina-
Wikipedia.com
way to grieve for friends or family yatullah, was published in 1988. The two futurists wrote that
members killed or maimed by the atomic bombings of Hiroshima they consider robot rights to be linked to the expansion of the
and Nagasaki. The idea of “robot rebellions” or robots taking jobs world capitalist system, “Most likely they [robots] will gain rights
away from humans is rooted in Western culture and are fears not during a system crisis; when the system is threatened by anarchy
shared by Japanese. Most Japanese believe that robots relieve hu- and legal unpredictability -- a condition that paradoxically may
mans of doing dirty, dangerous, and dull work. result from developments in artificial intelligence and robotics.”

Kitano maintains that the World Robot Declaration which Japan Interestingly, McNally and Inayatullah also speculate that:
presented at the 2004 International Robot Fair in Fukuoka, still “Aggressive AI research programs in Japan and India mean the
serves as an adequate guideline for the future development of ro- issue could reach their courts first, where it may well find easier
bots. Japanese roboticists will keep an eye on the development of acceptance than in the West.”
roboethics in the West and in neighboring South Korea, but Japan
is notoriously slow at introducing new laws. Japan also has a ten- Business consultant and technology writer Frank W. Sudia ar-
dency to resist social change by interpreting its situation as gues that there should be no problem granting legal rights to non
unique. -human entities since corporations enjoy such rights. In his 2004
paper titled A Jurisprudence of Artilects: Blueprint for a Synthetic
South Korea, meanwhile, has not only announced that by 2010 it Citizen, Sudia asserts that AIs will likely be model citizens be-
expects to have robo-cops patrolling the streets alongside its po- cause they will be “so dependent on a human legal and political
lice force and army, but that its Robot Ethics Charter will take system.” He also sees AIs having “… elite professional corporate
effect in 2007. The charter includes Asimov-like laws for the ro- sponsors to smooth the way for them,” and therefore enjoying
bots, as well as guidelines to protect robots from abuse by hu- favored status when compared to other minority groups demand-

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ing recognition. not pose a serious threat to humans during the next 30 years or
so, but in the long term he believes they will. He predicts that a
More recently, a 2006 British government study has suggested major war will be fought between humans who oppose the devel-
that within 20-50 years there could be a dramatic shift in atti- opment of artilects (artificial intellects) and those who consider it
tudes if robots can reproduce, improve themselves or develop human destiny to build machines that are “god-like, immortal,
synthetic intelligence. The report Robo-rights: Utopian dream or have virtually unlimited memory capacities, and vast humanly in-
rise of the machines? predicts that robots with advanced arti- comprehensible intelligence levels.”
ficial intelligence will demand health care, social
security, as well as housing benefits. In return, The British physicist and mathematician Roger
robots may be obliged to vote, pay taxes, as well Penrose is among academics who argue
as serve in the military. Therefore, real fears exist that there will never be intelligent, conscious
that with advances in computational technology machines. John Searle, a professor of Philos-
“super intelligent robots” may one day take con- ophy at the University of California, Berkley,
trol or decide to destroy the human race. maintains that only real neurons in a brain can
produce consciousness and understanding,
Such scenarios are not the mere projections of while Rodney Brooks, Director of the Artifi-
sci-fi fanatics or futurists, but of some of the cial Intelligence Laboratory at Massachusetts
West’s leadings scientists and technologists. In Institute of Technology (MIT), admits that sci-
2001 Stephen Hawking warned: “...There is a entists may discover that they themselves are
real danger that computers will develop intelli- just not intelligent enough to build self-
gence, and take over. We urgently need to de- producing intelligent robots.
velop direct connections to the brain, so that
computers can add to human intelligence, ra- The Japanese scientific approach and expecta-
ther than be in opposition.” tions of robots and AI are far more down to
earth than those of their Western counterparts.
Hugo de Garis, an Australian scientist, brain Certainly, future predictions made by Japanese
builder, and visionary, says that robot artificial scientists are far less confrontational or sci-fi-
intelligence is evolving a million times faster like. In an interview via email, Canadian tech-
than human intelligence due to Moore’s law, which states that the nology journalist Tim N. Hornyak described the Japanese atti-
electronic performance of chips doubles every 12-18 months. de tude towards robots as being “that of the craftsman, not the phi-
Garis is highly respected for his eight-year CAM-Brain Machine losopher” and cited this as the reason for “so many rosy imagin-
project that he worked on in Japan. The CAM-Brain Machine is ings of a future Japan in which robots are a part of people’s eve-
listed in the Guinness Book of World Records as the world’s larg- ryday lives.”
est artificial brain. de Garis maintains that intelligent machines do
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Hornyak, who is author of Loving the Machine: The Art and Sci- have the Buddha-nature within them and
ence of Japanese Robots, acknowledges that apocalyptic visions thus the potential to attain buddhahood.
do appear in manga and anime, but emphasizes that such fore- By this Mori does not suggest that robots
casts do not exist in government circles or within Japanese com- will become conscious or have a will, but
panies. Hornyak also added that while AI has for many years taken that they possess an intrinsic spiritual
a back seat to robot development in Japan, this situation is now quality that can be fully realized. He con-
changing. Honda, for example, is working on giving better brains siders fears of a “machine master race”
to Asimo, which is already the world’s most advanced human- taking over humans as a Western cultural
oid robot. Japan is also already legislating early versions of Asi- tendency to divide things in two, whereas
mov’s laws by introducing design requirements for next- “Japan strives to make one thing match
generation mobile robots. with another -- one is an important con-
cept in Zen Buddhism.”
On the subject of robo-rights and roboethics, Hornyak states that
“In terms of playing go, or chess, or shogi,
“If robots and AI agents did develop to the even now AI is stronger than humans, so
in 20 years there is going to be something
point where people recognized them as entities
fantastic, and in many ways the machine
deserving rights... I imagine Japan’s response will surpass human beings, but a robot is
would be akin to its attitude toward foreigners morally neutral,” Mori said during an inter-
view at Mukta Research Institute, the To- Deep Blue was a chess-
living in Japan -- they might be afforded certain playing computer devel-
kyo-based center he founded to promote
minimal privileges. oped by IBM. In 1997, the
views on robotics and Buddhism. machine played a re-
match against world
these are “not on the radar screen in Japan.” “A robot can be used for useful purposes champion Garry Kasparov.
and for destructive purposes. The more Kasparov lost a six-game
evil the robot is, the more good it can be, match and accused IBM
and vice versa,” Mori said. He thinks that it of cheating. He demanded
a rematch, but IBM re-
Masahiro Mori has worked as a roboticist for more than 40 is far too early to contemplate rights for
fused and dismantled
years. He is internationally renowned for his pioneering work on robots. Deep Blue. Kasparov said
the emotional responses of humans to non-human entities that that he unaccountably
resulted in his “Uncanny Valley” theory. In 1974 Mori published “Even though I say in my book the robot is saw “deep intelligence
The Buddha in The Robot: A Robot Engineer’s Thoughts on Sci- like the Buddha, if the robot is destroyed and creativity” in the ma-
in some way then that is that. It is better chine’s moves.
ence and Religion in which he wrote that he believed robots

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that we do not have a fixed concept and can move freely around phenomenon that blesses a community’s relationship with God.
an idea. Sometimes it may be better for us to think of the robot as Foerst believes that once we are willing to integrate robots into
just an object, but then sometimes it will be better if we can think our community, then they will become a part of nefes.
of the robot as a Buddha.
However, the social acceptance of robots will largely depend on
“I doubt that we will ever know if a robot has become conscious or what robots are used for, and in the West this is set to become a
has developed a will. We do not even know what consciousness or controversial issue. While the U.S. has fallen behind Japan, South
will truly are,” Mori concluded. Korea, Europe and Australia in various fields of robotics, it retains
world leadership in the field of military robots and, according to a
Robotics theologian and former AI researcher, Anne Foerst has 2005 Pentagon report, it plans to have robots making up one third
a more challenging take on the issue. She rejects the use of any of its fighting force by 2015. By 2035 the U.S. intends to have
empirical criteria to define when an AI is equal to humans by em- completely autonomous robot soldiers fighting out on the battle-
phasizing that whatever criteria is used to define an AI’s worth will field.
exclude human beings. For example, Foerst states that arguing
that an AI is “not aware” and can therefore be switched off would The use of robots for warfare raises huge ethical questions that
exclude all babies under three years old, Alzheimer’s patients, peo- have yet to be fully addressed. Other countries are also developing
ple in a coma and others. robots for warfare, and it is likely that Japan will eventually decide
to pursue the development of military robots too. Japan is leaning
Foerst’s spiritual attitude towards robots was influenced by her ex- increasingly towards the political right and is hoping to flex more
periences with Cog and Kismet, two early humanoid robots in the military muscle by changing its post-war pacifist constitu-
U.S. During her time in the mid-1990s at the Artificial Intelligence tion. China is also perceived as a growing economic and mili-
Laboratory at MIT, Foerst was surprised at how closely she bonded tary threat in the region.
with Cog and Kismet, and she believes that our attitude towards
robots can teach us much about discrimination in society. Meanwhile, Microsoft’s Bill Gates is eager to merge robotics and
wireless connectivity. In an article he wrote for Scientific American ,
In her book God in The Machine: What Robots Teach Us About Gates outlines his plan for desktop computers to become the
Humanity and God, Foerst spurns the idea of “soul” being used “brain” of robots, and thus create a new class of peripheral devices
as an argument to deny robots the possibility of ever becoming that can be used for various everyday purposes.
like humans. She explains how the word “soul” lost its original
Jewish meaning when translated into Greek. Christians understand Beyond robots becoming more ubiquitous in our lives, a vanguard
the soul to be something separate from the body, something that of Western scientists asserts that humans will merge with the ma-
makes us humans special. But the Jewish concept of soul (nefes) is chine. Brooks says “... it is clear that robotic technology will merge
not something that anyone can possess, because it is an emergent with biotechnology in the first half of this century,” and he there-

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fore concludes that “the distinction between us and robots is go- part of it.
ing to disappear.”
Shinto is also basically optimistic and focuses on the present.
Leading proponents of Strong AI state that humans will transcend There is also no absolute concept of good and evil in Shinto, while
biology and evolve to a higher level by merging with robot tech- in Buddhism sin is said not to exist. Although Buddhists hope to
nology. Ray Kurzweil, a renowned inventor, transhumanist, and transcend the wheel of samsara (rebirth), life as a human is con-
the author of several books on “spiritual machines,” claims that sidered the most elevated as it allows one to pursue the path to
immortality lies within the grasp of many of us alive today. enlightenment. There is no concept of heaven or hell in Shinto,
and in Japanese Buddhism heaven and hell are considered meta-
Kurzweil and Hans Moravec, the director of the Mobile Robot phors for one’s mental state. Also, in Japanese philosophy and re-
Laboratory of Carnegie Mellon University, maintain that technolo- ligion the mind and body are one and cannot be separated. Japa-
gy will soon make it possible for humans to rid themselves of their nese culture encourages a “see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil”
bodies and download their minds as software. The two scientists outlook on life, and therefore Japan thrives by denial or glosses
avow that as entities in simulated worlds we will be able to repli- over controversial issues.
cate ourselves across various systems, as well as far out in space.
Meanwhile, the West is influenced by the dualistic teachings of
According to Kurzweil and Moravec, within the next 40 years the Christianity, as well as biblical prophesies of a forthcoming Arma-
virtual world will become our real world. Kurzweil’s and Moravec’s geddon, cosmic purpose for humans, resurrection and an afterlife
theories have been criticized by opponents of Strong AI. Brooks in heaven.
points out “We are a long, long way from being able to download
ourselves into computers or robots. While in principle it will ulti- Robert M. Geraci states that both Japanese and U.S. scientists are
mately be possible, it is not a worthwhile place to look for person- influenced by the religious messages of their cultures, regardless
al salvation for those of us who are alive today.” of whether they themselves are religious or not. In his 2006 aca-
demic paper Spiritual Robots: Religion and Our Scientific View of
But this view of humans living on as misembodied virtual or cos- the Natural World, Geraci concludes:
mic entities emphasizes the vast difference in the approach and
expectations of Japanese and Western AI scientists. The two dis- Sacralization of the natural world and human technology in Shinto
tinct scientific visions and approaches reflect the religious beliefs and the positive spin given to human life in Shinto and Buddhism
of the respective cultures. The Japanese ease with technology can promote the development of robotic engineering and the glorifi-
be linked to both Buddhism and the country’s animistic indige- cation of the humanoid robot in Japan.
nous religion, Shinto. Japan’s fondness for humanoid robots high-
lights the high regard Japanese share for the role of humans with- Geraci says that the popularity of humanoid robots reveals the
in nature. Humans are viewed as not being above nature, but a “Japanese fondness for humanity; there is no trace of the disdain

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so prevalent in the soteriological promises of U.S.

“Biological
robotics.” He criticizes what he calls the Whether such utopic or dystopic futures lie ahead
“Apocalyptic AI” ideology of key thinkers in the of us remains to be seen, but certainly robots will
field of AI in the U.S and in Europe: play a significant role in our futures. Robots will
“Just as Christians have looked forward to the es-
chatological kingdom and have eagerly sought
be increasingly used for warfare and humans will
start incorporating more robotic technology into
evolution is
their salvation from earthly matter, many US re-
searchers attach meaning and value to a future of
their bodies. As Western countries are more liti-
gious than Japanese society, concepts of robot too slow for
ubiquitous computation, where cyber space rights and roboethics will be more widely debat-
has engulfed the universe in “Mind Fire.” In the
United States--though not exclusively there--the
ed. Evidence suggests that the West will offer
“human” rights first to robots, and not Japan.
the human
search for cosmic purpose and the promise of sal-
vation justify a focus upon information processes Japan’s legal system is poorly developed in com- species.
Over the
in machines and human beings. “ parison to that of Western countries, however, it
will be interesting to see what laws are changed
or introduced as China grows as an economic and

Differences exist in the approach and expecta-


military power. Japan is becoming increasingly
rightwing and is making moves to revise its post-
next few
tions of Japanese and Western AI scientists due to
their religious, cultural and historical back-
war pacifist constitution. It is therefore likely that
Japan will also have an interest in developing mili- decades, it's
grounds. Both Shinto and Buddhism have a posi- tary robots. This will then undermine the image of
tive view of humans, and thus the Japanese are
eager to develop humanoid robots to fill gaps in
robots as “friends” in Japan.
going to be
the labor force and care for the country’s most
vulnerable citizens. Western scientists, however,
Integrating robots into Japanese society is less
complex than in the West because Japanese re- left in the
vere both animate and inanimate objects, have
dust.”
are influenced by Christian messages inherent in
their culture and are therefore more inclined to historically taken a positive view of technology,
pursue the development of intelligent machines and enjoy a culture where robots are presented as
through which they believe humans can achieve friends. Western dualistic thinking splits concepts
into “good” and “bad,” and historically and cultur-
--Ray Kurzweil
immortal “heavenly” existence. Alternatively, some
of the West’s leading AI scientists predict futures ally robots and technology have been perceived The Age of Spiritual Machines: When
as potential threats to humanity and God.
of “Apocalyptic AI” in which “god-like machines” B
Computers Exceed Human Intelligence
exterminate humans.

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“If my nightmare is a culture inhabited by
posthumans who regard their bodies as BOOK SHELF
fashion accessories rather than the
ground of being, Robot Ethics edited by By Patrick Lin, Keith Ab-
my dream is a ver- ney, George A. Bekey
sion of the posthu- What sort of people should there be? By Jonathan
man that embraces Glover

the possibilities of Robo Sapiens by Peter Merizel & Faith D’Aluisio

information tech- International Conference on Intelligent Robots and


Systems Workshop Art and Robots
nologies without
"The Singularity: A Philosophical Analysis" By Dr.
being seduced by
David Chalmers
fantasies of unlim-
(PDF DOWNLOAD) Spiritual Robots: Religion and Our
ited power and disembodied immortality,
Scientific View of the Natural World By Robert M
that recognizes and celebrates finitude as Geraci
a condition of human being, and that un- (PDF DOWNLOAD) Elephants Don't Play Chess by
derstands human life is embedded in a Rodney A. Brooks
material world of great complexity, one on
which we depend for our continued sur-
vival.”-- Katherine Hayles How We Became Posthuman:
Virtual Bodies in Cybernetics, Literature, and Informatics

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POEM

To A Circadian Rhythm Eyes maladjusted to Dawn


her pale torch crowning the heavens
The sky is ever deliquescent flutter before a cascade of sharpening
mooting ephemeral light
sanguine pins
a juggernaut dancing gloveless Where druids gleaned laconic wisdom
in the architecture through a dusky flame
beyond torpid hostelries and the now derelict
words unravel characters moss-covered spires
fall and blackened men with footsteps rang
construct gauzy daydreams
‘neath a long, silent carapace Where voices trapped amid fluted yarn
:spawning dark agents spun hircine dreams
a cobbled web now
Meadows basque reaches to the sea.
purblind and bliss-weary
travelers on the damp leaves
restored by Summer’s fawning bouquet By Jason Alan Wilkinson
sprawl among those unabbreviated pas-
tures
to catch the whim of its lingering breath

Along the floss windows blush


their scarlet panes like burnished flowers

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It's all that I can do to keep have two movies shown the stark
from counting Tron: Legacy truth of the march of technology.
(2010, directed Joseph Kosinski) Moore's Law has been implaca-
as a horror movie. I mean, yeah. I ble. I'll state right up front that
get it. It doesn't feel like a horror Tron: Legacy is gorgeous, a mar-
movie, with its sleek, glazed sur- vel of special effects and produc-
faces and its visionary digital tion design. It's more compelling
landscapes and its weird, quasi- as a digital world than what you
fetish wardrobes. But the fact that find in any of the Matrix movies
Tron: Legacy is Frankenstein is and this film doesn't populate its
completely inescapable to my surface with a bunch of philo-
way of thinking. That it doubles sophical faux-profundities. Which
down on its roots in horror by isn't to say that they aren't there.
casting its monster as a doppel- Jeff Bridges is channeling The
ganger only deepens its shadows. Dude for the older Kevin Flynn
It's a horror movie in the sense after all, which takes an edge off
By Christianne Benedict that Metropolis is a horror mov- of the philosophy. The movie also
ie. It's a Gothic set in an auto- disguises a lot of this behind Dis-
clave. So screw it, it counts even ney's usual "daddy" issues.
though I didn't intend for it to The story here finds Sam
count. For that matter, sci fi has Flynn (Garrett Hedlund) growing
always been a Halloween-y genre up without a father. His dad, Kev-
ever since Orson Welles terrified in Flynn (Jeff Bridges) vanished
the nation on that long-ago Hal- many years ago. Sam has no in-
loween in 1938. terest in his father's company, En-
Tron: Legacy is obviously com, which he views as a sell-out.
a follow-on waaaaay after the fact When we first see him, he's con-
of the original Tron from 1982. 28 ducting a bit of corporate sabo-
years is an eon in special effects tage on Encom as a prank. The
years, and the state of the art on irony of Disney, of all people,
display in the new movie makes making a movie about a couple
the state of the art in the old look of open source socialists is not
CINEMA almost like cave paintings. Rarely lost on me, I should note. Shortly

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after his prank, he's contacted by Alan Like Shelly's Creature, Clu vows to make the shaky nature of identity. Clu, after all, is
Bradley, his father's last remaining friend him pay. Tron: Legacy is canny here: Clu is Flynn's secret sharer, his doppelganger,
on the board of Encom. He's received a played by Jeff Bridges, too, forging a bond and when the movie ends, it makes a point
page from Flynn's old arcade, where, he between creature and creator that eludes of fusing them back together. It's a striking
notes, the power and phones have been many Frankensteinian stories. The de-aging climax.
turned off for years. Sam investigates. He of the actor with digital effects falls into the This kind of sci fi is about world
finds his dad's old projects in a secret valley of the uncanny, but that works to the building and the world this movie builds
workshop and, sure enough, gets sucked movie's advantage. Clu is a monster, after for its melodrama is a nightworld. The sun
into the grid where his dad has been all, and that hint of the uncanny serves his does not shine in this movie. For all its
trapped, lo these many years. Sam's pres- monstrosity, because his visual technological gloss, the grid is a Lovecrafti-
ence upsets the balance of the power "wrongness" acts as a kind of mark of Cain. an landscape, with its mountains of crystal
struggle between Flynn and Clu, the pro- (The movie is less sure-footed at the begin- looking like what I imagine "cyclopean"
gram he created to build his utopia. Clu, ning, when it uses the same effects to por- stones would look like. The center of the
for his part, is a renegade, who feels aban- tray Flynn himself as a younger man). As grid is no better; it's a nightmare version of
doned when Flynn discovers the Isos a new a 21st century reworking of Frankenstein, The Emerald City, populated by ravers and
form of digital life that has arisen on the the filmmakers are able to contrast Kevin fetishists. It's a world out of joint. Even the
grid. Clu views the Isos as imperfections Flynn's drive to play god on the grid he lighted places have a coldness to them.
and wipes them out in a genocidal purge. created with the natural process of evolu- Flynn's lair, for instance, recalls the decor
All but one. Sam is taken on his arrival to tion that produces the Isos. This wouldn't on the other side of the stargate in Ku-
the games, where, like his dad before him, have occurred to Mary Shelly, even though brick's 2001. It's not a comforting space by
he fights with data discs and rides a light- she knew of the work of Erasmus Darwin. any means. And it's not really a comforting
cycle. He's busted out by his dad's major- Darwin was an early proponent of the sur- movie, either, in spite of the way it has ar-
domo, Quorra (Olivia Wilde), and the rest vival of the fittest. His grandson, Charles, ranged itself to end on the rising sun, as if
of the movie becomes a race to escape the would frame the grand theory of evolution. to say its heroes have come through their
grid before Clu can wrest Flynn's data disc This movie favors letting nature take its long dark night of the soul, or as if they've
from him and use it to invade our world. course, I think, in a weird variant of the made it through the night when the vam-
He's built an army for that purpose. usual "there are things in which mankind pires were on all sides of them. I won't say
Basically, Kevin Flynn has built his was not meant to meddle." There are other that this is unearned. The movie is gloomy
Creature, Clu, in his own image. He should horror movie tropes in Tron: Legacy, too, enough that I don't mind the sun rising at
have been his Adam, but was instead his not least of which is the specter of geno- the end. B
fallen angel. Clu, like Shelly's Creature, feels cide that hangs over things, as well as sci-
betrayed by a creator who discards him. ence fictional horror's usual emphasis on

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HISTORY

“Can you turn it


off? Does it have
Watson
is an artificial intelligence computer system devel-
oped in IBM's DeepQA project, capable of answer-
an off/on switch? ing questions posed in natural language. In 2011,
as a test of its abilities, Watson competed on
Then it’s not alive.” the quiz show Jeopardy! in a human-versus-
machine two-game, combined point game against
-- Anon.
Jeopardy! Masters, Brad Rutter and Ken Jennings.

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POEM

Rachel Davis Abstracted


Such strange ghosts people your sea of paintings.
Such exotic birds wind themselves inward
toward meals of fish from oceans or rivers, toward
or away
from flight.

At once
there was a burning brilliance of color
filling pain and distortion
with their own captive beauty

but also revealed

is that occasional darkness


undercoating this facile frame of color

with the grimness


of our age...

By Sam Silva
Arbete pa havet (Work on the Sea) by Erik Johansson

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“They suddenly appeared in all Euro-
pean capitals and tourist cities: the liv-
ing statues. Where did they come
from? What are they thinking while
they stand there, lifeless? What do
they do in winter? We came with
many questions and quite a few prej-
udices when we approached one of
the most peculiar occupations there is
… “Björn Lindahl
Living statue in Rome, Italy. Photographed by Adrian Pingstone
Oh It’s You, Welcome by J. Seward Johnson

ILLUSION

Can You Trust Your Eyes?


Hyperrealism describes an modern art movement and style which produces photorealistic ren-
derings of people and landscapes in painting and sculpture. The concept is similar to trompe l'oeil
or “fool the eye.” In the last decade a number of artists have created life-size figures engaged in
everyday activities. In many cases, it is easy to mistake the statue for a living person.

On the other hand, the mime technique of Living Statue involves the artist posing as a statue or
“Woman Eating” (1971) by artist Duane manikin, sometimes for hours, without moving. This type of act has its roots in tableau vivant, a
Hanson, polyester resin, fiberglass with regular feature of medieval and Renaissance festivities. Modern mime artists use a variety of tech-
clothes, table, chair, and accessories.
Smithsonian American Art Museum.
niques to mimic the look and feel of stone or metal surfaces. The result is often uncanny.

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Go Your Own Road by Erik Johansson
79
Das Unheimliche
(The Uncanny) By Sigmund Freud
is only rarely that a psycho-analyst feels impelled to in-
vestigate the subject of aesthetics, even when aesthetics
is understood to mean not merely the theory of beauty
but the theory of the qualities of feeling. He works in
other strata of mental life and has little to do with the subdued
emotional impulses which, inhibited in their aims and depend-
ent on a host of concurrent factors, usually furnish the material
for the study of aesthetics. But it does occasionally happen
that he has to interest himself in some particular province of
that subject; and this province usually proves to be a rather
remote one, and one which has been neglected in the special-
ist literature of aesthetics.
The subject of the 'uncanny' is a province of this kind. It
is undoubtedly related to what is frightening — to what arous-
es dread and horror; equally certainly, too, the word is not al-
ways used in a clearly definable sense, so that it tends to coin-
cide with what excites fear in general. Yet we may expect that a
special core of feeling is present which justifies the use of a spe-
cial conceptual term. One is curious to know what this common
core is which allows us to distinguish as 'uncanny'; certain things
which lie within the field of what is frightening.
As good as nothing is to be found upon this subject in compre-
hensive treatises on aesthetics, which in general prefer to concern them-
ESSAY selves with what is beautiful, attractive and sublime; that is, with feelings of
a positive nature; and with the circumstances and the objects that call them
forth, rather than with the opposite feelings of repulsion and distress. I know of
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only one attempt in medico-psychological literature, a fertile but by an examination of linguistic usage. In this discussion, howev-
not exhaustive paper by Jentsch (1906). But I must confess that I er, I shall follow the reverse course.
have not made a very thorough examination of the literature,
especially the foreign literature, relating to this present modest he German word 'unheimlich' is obviously the opposite of
contribution of mine, for reasons which, as may easily be 'heimlich' ['homely'], 'heimisch' ['native'] the opposite of
guessed, lie in the times in which we live; so that my paper is what is familiar; and we are tempted to conclude that what
presented to the reader without any claim to priority. is 'uncanny' is frightening precisely because it is not known
In his study of the 'uncanny'; Jentsch quite rightly lays and familiar. Naturally not everything that is new and unfamiliar
stress on the obstacle presented by the fact that people vary so is frightening, however; the relation is not capable of inversion.
very greatly in their sensitivity to this quality of feeling. The writ- We can only say that what is novel can easily become
er of the present contribution, indeed, must himself plead guilty frightening but not by any means all. Something has to be add-
to a special obtuseness in the matter, where extreme delicacy of ed to what is novel and unfamiliar in order to make it uncanny.
perception would be more in place. It is long since he has expe- On the whole, Jentsch did not get beyond this relation of
rienced or heard of anything which has given him an uncanny the uncanny to the novel and unfamiliar. He ascribes the essen-
impression, and he must start by translating himself into that tial factor in the production of the feeling of uncanniness to in-
state of feeling, by awakening in himself the possibility of experi- tellectual uncertainty; so that the uncanny would always, as it
encing it. Still, such difficulties make themselves powerfully felt were, be something one does not know one's way about in. The
in many other branches of aesthetics; we need not on that ac- better orientated in his environment a person is, the less readily
count despair of finding instances in which the quality in ques- will he get the impression of something uncanny in regard to the
tion will be unhesitatingly recognized by most people. objects and events in it quite a new light on the concept of the
Two courses are open to us at the outset. Either we can Unheimlich, for which we were certainly not prepared. According
find out what meaning has come to be attached to the word to him, everything is unheimlich that ought to have remained
'uncanny' in the course of its history; or we can collect all those secret and hidden but has come to light.
properties of persons, things, sense-impressions, experiences
and situations which arouse in us the feeling of uncanniness, and II
then infer the unknown nature of the uncanny from what all the-
se examples have in common. I will say at once that both courses hen we proceed to review things, persons, impressions,
lead to the same result: the uncanny is that class of the frighten- events, and situations which are able to arouse in us a
ing which leads back to what is known of old and long familiar. feeling of the uncanny in a particularly forcible and defi-
How this is possible, in what circumstances the familiar can be- nite form, the first requirement is obviously to select a
come uncanny and frightening, I shall show in what follows. Let suitable example to start on. Jentsch has taken as a very good
me also add that my investigation was actually begun by collect- instance ‘doubts whether an apparently animate being is really
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alive; or conversely, whether a lifeless object might not be in fact ble for the quite unparalleled atmosphere of uncanniness
animate’; and he refers in this connection to the impression evoked by the story. Nor is this atmosphere heightened by the
made by waxwork figures, ingeniously constructed dolls and au- fact that the author himself treats the episode of Olympia with a
tomata. To these he adds the uncanny effect of epileptic fits, and faint touch of satire and uses it to poke fun at the young man’s
of manifestations of insanity, because these excite in the specta- idealization of his mistress. The main theme of the story is, on
tor the impression of automatic, mechanical processes at work the contrary, something different, something which gives it its
behind the ’ordinary appearance of mental activity. Without en- name, and which is always re-introduced at critical moments: it
tirely accepting this author’s view, we will take it as a starting is the theme of the ‘Sand-Man’ who tears out children’s eyes.
point for our own investigation because in what follows he re- This fantastic tale opens with the childhood recollections
minds us of a writer who has succeeded in producing uncanny of the student Nathaniel. In spite of his present happiness, he
effects better than anyone else. cannot banish the memories associated with the mysterious and
Jentsch writes: 'In telling a story one of the most success- terrifying death of his beloved father. On certain evenings his
ful devices for easily creating uncanny effects is to leave the mother used to send the children to bed early, warning them
reader in uncertainty whether a particular figure in the story is a that ‘the Sand-Man was coming’; and, sure enough, Nathaniel
human being or an automaton and to do it in such a way that would not fail to hear the heavy tread of a visitor, with whom his
his attention is not focused directly upon his uncertainty, so that father would then be occupied for the evening. When ques-
he may not be led to go in- tioned about the Sand-
to the matter and clear it up Man, his mother, it is true,
immediately. That, as we ...doubts whether an apparently animate be- denied that such a person
have said, would quickly existed except as a figure
dissipate the peculiar emo- ing is really alive; or conversely, whether a of speech; but his nurse
tional effect of the thing. E. could give him more defi-
T. A. Hoffmann has repeat-
lifeless object might not be in fact animate ... nite information: ‘He’s a
edly employed this psycho- wicked man who comes
logical artifice with success in his fantastic narratives.’ when children won’t go to bed, and throws handfuls of sand in
This observation, undoubtedly a correct one, refers pri- their eyes so that they jump out of their heads all bleeding. Then
marily to the story of “The Sand-Man" in Hoffmann’s he puts the eyes in a sack and carries them off to the half-moon
Nachtstücken, which contains the original of Olympia, the doll to feed his children. They sit up there in their nest, and their
that appears in the first act of Offenbach’s opera, Tales of Hoff- beaks are hooked like owls’ beaks, and they use them to peck up
mann. but I cannot think — and I hope most readers of the story naughty boys’ and girls’ eyes with.’
will agree with me — that the theme of the doll Olympia, who is Although little Nathaniel was sensible and old enough
to all appearances a living being, is by any means the only, or not to credit the figure of the Sand-Man with such gruesome
indeed the most important, element that must be held responsi- attributes, yet the dread of him became fixed in his heart. He de-

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termined to find out what the Sand-Man looked like; and one looks across into Professor Spalanzani’s house opposite and
evening, when the Sand-Man was expected again, he hid in his there spies Spalanzani’s beautiful, but strangely silent and mo-
father’s study. He recognized the visitor as the lawyer Coppelius, tionless daughter, Olympia. He soon falls in love with her so vio-
a repulsive person whom the children were frightened of when lently that, because of her, he quite forgets the clever and sensi-
he occasionally came to a meal; and he now identified this Cop- ble girl to whom he is betrothed. But Olympia is an automaton
pelius with the dreaded Sand-Man. As regards the rest of the whose clock-work has been made by Spalanzani, and whose eyes
scene, Hoffmann already leaves us in doubt whether what we are have been put in by Coppola, the Sand-Man. The student sur-
witnessing is tee first delirium of the panic-stricken boy, or a suc- prises the two Masters quarrelling over their handiwork. The op-
cession of events which are to be regarded in the story as being tician carries off the wooden eyeless doll; and the mechanician,
real. His father and the guest are at work at a brazier with glow- Spalanzani, picks up Olympia’s bleeding eyes from the ground
ing flames. The little eavesdropper hears Coppelius call out: 'Eyes and throws them at Nathaniel’s breast, saying that Coppola had
here! Eyes here!' and betrays himself by screaming aloud. Cop- stolen them from the student. Nathaniel succumbs to a fresh at-
pelius seizes him and is on the point of dropping bits of red-hot tack of madness, and in his delirium his recollection of his fa-
coal from the fire into his eyes, and then of throwing them into ther’s death is mingled with this new experience. ‘Hurry up! hurry
the brazier, but his father begs him off and saves his eyes. Af- up! ring of fire!’ he cries. ‘Spin about, ring of fire — Hurrah! Hurry
ter this the boy falls into a deep swoon; and a long illness brings up, wooden doll! lovely wooden doll, spin about — .’ He then
his experience to an end. Those who decide in favor of the ra- falls upon the professor, Olympia’s ‘father’, and tries to strangle
tionalistic interpretation of the Sand-Man will not fail to recog- him.
nize in the child’s phantasy the persisting influence of his nurse’s Rallying from a long and serious illness, Nathaniel seems
story. The bits of sand that are to be thrown into the child’s eyes at last to have recovered. He intends to marry his betrothed, with
turn into bits of red-hot coal from the flames; and in both cases whom he has become reconciled. One day he and she are walk-
they are intended to make his eyes jump out. In the course of ing through the city market-place, over which the high tower of
another visit of the Sand-Man’s, a year later, his father is killed in the Town Hall throws its huge shadow. On the girl’s suggestion,
his study by an explosion. The lawyer Coppelius disappears from they climb the tower, leaving her brother, who is walking with
the place without leaving a trace behind. them, down below. From the top, Clara’s attention is drawn to a
Nathaniel, now a student, believes that he has recognized curious object moving along the street. Nathaniel looks at this
this phantom of horror from his childhood in an itinerant opti- thing through Coppola’s spy-glass, which he finds in his pocket,
cian, an Italian called Giuseppe Coppola, who at his university and falls into a new attack of madness.
town, offers him weather-glasses for sale. When Nathaniel refus- Shouting ‘Spin about, wooden doll!’ he tries to throw the
es, the man goes on: ‘Not weather-glasses? not weather-glasses? girl into the gulf below. Her brother, brought to her side by her
also got fine eyes, fine eyes!’ The student’s terror is allayed when cries, rescues her and hastens down with her to safety. On the
he finds that the proffered eyes are only harmless spectacles, tower above, the madman rushes round, shrieking ‘Ring of fire,
and he buys a pocket spy-glass from Coppola. With its aid he spin about!’ — and we know the origin of the words. Among the

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people who begin to gather below there comes forward the fig- really is the lawyer Coppelius and also, therefore, the Sand-Man.
ure of the lawyer Coppelius, who has suddenly returned. We may There is no question therefore, of any intellectual uncer-
suppose that it was his approach, seen through the spy-glass, tainty here: we know now that we are not supposed to be look-
which threw Nathaniel into his fit of madness. As the onlookers ing on at the products of a madman's imagination, behind which
prepare to go up and overpower the madman, Coppelius laughs we, with the superiority of rational minds, are able to detect the
and says: ‘Wait a bit; he’ll come down of himself.’ Nathaniel sud- sober truth; and yet this knowledge does not lessen the impres-
denly stands still, catches sight of Coppelius, and with a wild sion of uncanniness in the least degree. The theory of intellectual
shriek ‘Yes! "fine eyes — fine eyes"!’ flings himself over the para- uncertainty is thus incapable of explaining that impression.
pet. While he lies on the paving-stones with a shattered skull the
Sand-Man vanishes in the throng. know from psycho-analytic experience, however,
This short summary leaves no doubt, I think, that the feel- that the fear of damaging or losing one's eyes is a
ing of something uncanny is directly attached to the figure of the terrible one in children. Many adults retain their ap-
Sand-Man, that is, to the idea of being robbed of one’s eyes, and prehensiveness in this respect, and no physical inju-
that Jentsch’s point of an intellectual uncertainty has nothing to ry is so much dreaded by them as an injury to the eye. We are
do with the effect. Uncertainty whether an object is living or in- accustomed to say, too, that we will treasure a thing as the apple
animate, which admittedly applied to the doll Olympia, is quite of our eye. A study of dreams, phantasies and myths has taught
irrelevant in connection with this other, more striking instance of us that anxiety about one's eyes, the fear of going blind, is often
uncanniness. It is true that the writer creates a kind of uncertain- enough a substitute for the dread of being castrated. The self-
ty in us in the beginning by not letting us know, no doubt pur- blinding of the mythical criminal, Oedipus, was simply a mitigat-
posely, whether he is taking us into the real world or into a pure- ed form of the punishment of castration — the only punishment
ly fantastic one of his own creation. He has, of course, a right to that was adequate for him by the lex talionis. We may try on ra-
do either; and if he chooses to stage his action in a world peo- tionalistic grounds to deny that fears about the eye are derived
pled with spirits, demons and ghosts, as Shakespeare does in from the fear of castration, and may argue that it is very natural
Hamlet, in Macbeth and, in a different sense, in The Tempest and that so precious an organ as the eye should be guarded by a
A Midsummer-Night’s Dream, we must bow to his decision and proportionate dread.
treat his setting as though it were real for as long as we put our- Indeed, we might go further and say that the fear of cas-
selves into this hands. But this uncertainty disappears in the tration itself contains no other significance and no deeper secret
course of Hoffmann’s story, and we perceive that he intends to than a justifiable dread of this rational kind. But this view does
make us, too, look through the demon optician’s spectacles or not account adequately for the substitutive relation between the
spy-glass — perhaps, indeed, that the author in his very own eye and the male organ which is seen to exist in dreams and
person once peered through such an instrument. For the conclu- myths and phantasies; nor can it dispel the impression that the
sion of the story makes it quite clear that Coppola the optician (Continued on page 86)

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tries to bring Franz to his senses by

Nightmare at the Opera dressing herself as a doll and pre-


tending to come to life.

In 1919, film maker Ernst Lubitsch


produced Die Puppe (The Doll)
Ernst Theodor Wilhelm The fictional story has a Young Hoffmann re-
loosely based on Coppélia. In Lu-
Hoffmann (24 January 1776 counting the tragic and strange tales of his
bitsch’s retelling, Lancelot, played
– 25 June 1822), better three great loves. Each act is based on one of
by German comic actor Hermann Thimig, is be-
known by his pen the real Hoffmann’s short stories. The first tale
ing forced into marriage by his wealthy uncle.
name E.T.A. Hoffmann (The features Olympia, an automa created by Spal-
‘A’ stands for Amadeus), was anzani, and Young Hoffmann’s Nemesis, Cop-
a German Romantic writer pélius. Despite warnings from his friend, OPINION
and, composer. Young Hoffmann, unaware of Olympia's true
Hoffmann’s writing style -- nature, falls in love with her. At the stories cli-
But Lancelot has no experience with women and
the tale as told by a narrator, using letters be- max, Coppélius tears Olympia apart, leaving
is frightened by them. He is advised to go to the
tween concerned parties -- may not chill today’s Young Hoffmann humiliated and heart-broken.
supreme doll maker, Hilarius, and purchase a
blood-and-gut-and-fear soaked audiences as The
doll to act as his bride. At Hilarius’ shop, he and
they did two hundred years ago. However, the
his Apprentice have just completed a life-like
reader must keep in mind that when Hoffmann
doll based on Halarius’ own daughter, the mis-
published his dark tales, what made his audi-
chievous Ossi (played by Ossi Oswalda). When
ence experience das Unheimliche was the possi-
Hilarius is greeting Lancelot, the Apprentice
bility the story might be true.
hears music and begins to dance with the Ossi
Doll. This leads to the doll being broken and the
Hoffmann published a number of tales of the
arrival of the real Ossi. To keep the Apprentice
uncanny, including The Sand-man (see page
out of trouble, Ossi decides to pose as the Ossi
98), in Die Nachtstücke (The Night Pieces) in
Doll. Lancelot is pleased with
1816. These tales have influenced a number of other two acts recount similar morbid tales, with
what he thinks is a marvelous
other artists to create fantastical re- the Nemesis making an appearance in each one,
doll and takes her off to be
interpretations for a wider audience and some- until Young Hoffmann renounces love and de-
married. After a number of
where along the way the story’s meaning be- votes himself to his art.
humorous scenes, Lancelot
come altered and eventually reversed.
After Offenbach’s dark opera, a popular comic states he wishes the doll
Playwright Michel Carré’s staged Les contes ballet, Coppélia, debuted in 1871 . In Cop- were really alive, because then he wouldn’t
fantastiques d'Hoffmann (The Dreams of Hoff- pélia, the sinister Doctor Coppélius creates a mind being married. Ossi then reveals who she
mann) on the Paris stage in 1851. dancing doll that is incredibly life-like. The pro- is and the two run off to be married for real.
tagonist, Franz, falls in love with the doll, reject- B
After seeing Carre’s work, Jacques Offenbach ing his true love, Swanhilde. Swanhilde then
created his opera The Tales of Hoffmann.
By CReed Weber
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(Continued from page 84) when there is intellectual uncertainty whether an object is alive
or not, and when an inanimate object becomes too much like an
threat of being castrated in especial excites a peculiarly violent animate one. Now, dolls are of course rather closely connected
and obscure emotion, and that this emotion is what first gives with childhood life. We remember that in their early games chil-
the idea of losing other organs its intense coloring. All further dren do not distinguish at all sharply between living and inani-
doubts are removed when we learn the details of their mate objects, and that they are especially fond of treating their
'castration complex' from the analysis of neurotic patients, and dolls like live people. In fact, I have occasionally heard a woman
realize its immense importance in their mental life. patient declare that even at the age of eight she had still been
Moreover, I would not recommend any opponent of the convinced that her dolls would be certain to come to life if she
psycho-analytic view to select this particular story of the Sand- were to look at them in a particular, extremely concentrated,
Man with which to support his argument that anxiety about the way. So that here, too, it is not difficult to discover a factor from
eyes has nothing to do with the castration complex. For why childhood. But, curiously enough, while the Sand-Man story
does Hoffmann bring the anxiety about eyes into such intimate deals with the arousing of an early childhood fear, the idea of a
connection with the father's death? And why does the Sand-Man ‘living doll’ excites no fear at all; children have no fear of their
always appear as a disturber of love? He separates the unfortu- dolls coming to life, they may even desire it. The source of un-
nate Nathaniel from his betrothed and from her brother, his best canny feelings would not, therefore, be an infantile fear in this
friend; he destroys the second object of his love, Olympia, the case, but rather an infantile wish or even merely an infantile be-
lovely doll; and he drives him into suicide at the moment when lief. There seems to be a contradiction here; but perhaps it is on-
he has won back his Clara and is about to be happily united to ly a complication, which may be helpful to us later on.
her. Elements in the story like these, and many others, seem ar-
bitrary and meaningless so long as we deny all connection be- offmann is the unrivalled master of the uncanny in litera-
tween fears about the eye and castration; but they become intel- ture. His novel, Die Elixire des Teufels [The Devil’s Elixir],
ligible as soon as we replace the Sand-Man by the dreaded fa- contains a whole mass of themes to which one is tempted
ther at whose hands castration is expected. to ascribe the uncanny effect of the narrative; but it is too
We shall venture, therefore, to refer the uncanny effect of obscure and intricate a story for us to venture upon a summary
the Sand-Man to the anxiety belonging to the castration com-
plex of childhood. But having reached the idea that we can make
an infantile factor such as this responsible for feelings of uncan- ...a particularly favorable condition for
niness, we are encouraged to see whether we can apply it to
other instances of the uncanny. We find in the story of the Sand- awakening uncanny feelings is created
Man the other theme on which Jentsch lays stress, of a doll
which appears to be alive. Jentsch believes that a particularly fa- when there is intellectual uncertainty
vorable condition for awakening uncanny feelings is created whether an object is alive or not….
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of it. Towards the end of the book the reader is told the facts, soul was the first ‘double’ of the body. This invention of dou-
hitherto concealed from him, from which the action springs; with bling as a preservation against extinction has its counterpart in
the result, not that he is at last enlightened, but that he falls into the language of dreams, which is found of representing castra-
a state of complete bewilderment. The author has piled up too tion by a doubling or multiplication of a genital symbol. The
much material of the same kind. In consequence one’s grasp of same desire led the Ancient Egyptians to develop the art of
the story as a whole suffers, though not the impression it makes. making images of the dead in lasting materials. Such ideas, how-
We must content ourselves with selecting those themes of un- ever, have sprung from the soil of unbounded self-love, from the
canniness which are most prominent, and with seeing whether primary narcissism which dominates the mind of the child and of
they too can fairly be traced back to infantile sources. These primitive man. But when this stage has been surmounted, the
themes are all concerned with the phenomenon of the ‘double’, ‘double’ reverses its aspect. From having been an assurance of
which appears in every shape and in every degree of develop- immortality, it becomes the uncanny harbinger of death.
ment. The idea of the ‘double’ does not necessarily disappear
Thus we have characters who are to be considered identi- with the passing of primary narcissism, for it can receive fresh
cal because they look alike. This relation is accentuated by men- meaning from the later stages of the ego’s development. A spe-
tal processes leaping from one of these characters to another — cial agency is slowly formed there, which is able to stand over
by what we should call telepathy —, so that the one possesses against the rest of the ego, which has the function of observing
knowledge, feelings and experience in common with the other. and criticizing the self and of exercising a censorship within the
Or it is marked by the fact that the subject identifies himself with mind, and which we become aware of as our ‘conscience’. In the
someone else, so that he is in doubt as to which his self is, or pathological case of delusions of being watched, this mental
substitutes the extraneous self for his own. In other words, there agency becomes isolated, dissociated from the ego, and discern-
is a doubling, dividing and interchanging of the self. And finally ible to the physician’s eye. The fact that an agency of this kind
there is the constant recurrence of the same thing — the repeti- exists, which is able to treat the rest of the ego like an object —
tion of the same features or character-traits or vicissitudes, of the fact, that is, that man is capable of self-observation — ren-
the same crimes, or even the same names through several con- ders it possible to invest the old idea of a ‘double’ with a new
secutive generations. meaning and to ascribe a number of things to it — above all,
The theme of the ‘double’ has been very thoroughly those things which seem to self-criticism to belong to the old
treated by Otto Rank (1914). He has gone into the connections surmounted narcissism of earliest times.
which the ‘double’ has with reflections in mirrors, with shadows,
with guardian spirits, with the belief in the soul and with the fear ut it is not only this latter material, offensive as it is to the
of death; but he also lets in a flood of light on the surprising criticism of the ego, which may be incorporated in the idea
evolution of the idea. For the ‘double’ was originally an insur- of a double. There are also all the unfulfilled but possible
ance against the destruction of the ego, an ‘energetic denial of futures to which we still like to cling in phantasy, all the
the power of death’, as Rank says; and probably the ‘immortal’ strivings of the ego which adverse external circumstances have
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crushed, and all our suppressed acts of volition which nourish in uncanny feeling, which, furthermore, recalls the sense of help-
us the illusion of Free Will. lessness experienced in some dream-states. As I was walking,
But after having thus considered the manifest motivation one hot summer afternoon, through the deserted streets of a
of the figure of a 'double', we have to admit that none of this provincial town in Italy which was unknown to me, I found my-
helps us to understand the extraordinarily strong feeling of self in a quarter of whose character I could not long remain in
something uncanny that pervades the conception; and our doubt. nothing but painted women were to be seen at the win-
knowledge of pathological mental processes enables us to add dows of the small houses, and I hastened to leave the narrow
that nothing in this more superficial material could account for street at the next turning. But after having wandered about for a
the urge towards defense which has caused the ego to project time without enquiring my way, I suddenly found myself back in
that material outward as something foreign to itself. When all is the same street, where my presence was now beginning to ex-
said and done, the quality of uncanniness can only come from cite attention. I hurried away once more, only to arrive by anoth-
the fact of the 'double' being a creation dating back to a very er detour at the same place yet a third time. Now, however, a
early mental stage, long since surmounted — a stage, incidental- feeling overcame me which I can only describe as uncanny, and I
ly, at which it wore a more friendly aspect. The 'double' has was glad enough to find myself back at the piazza I had left a
become a thing of terror, just as, after the collapse of short while before, without any further voyages of discovery.
their religion, the gods turned into demons. Other situations which have in common with my adventure an
The other forms of ego-disturbance exploited by unintended recurrence of the same situation, but which differ
Hoffmann can easily be estimated along the same lines as radically from it in other respects, also result in the same feeling
the theme of the ‘double’. They are a harking-back to of helplessness and of uncanniness. So, for instance, when,
particular phases in the evolution of the self- caught in a mist perhaps, one has lost one’s way in a mountain
regarding feeling, a regression to a time when forest, every attempt to find the marked or familiar path may
the ego had not yet marked itself off sharply bring one back again and again to one and the same spot, which
from the external world and from other peo- one can identify by some particular landmark. Or one may wan-
ple. I believe that these factors are partly der about in a dark, strange room, looking for the door or the
responsible for the impression of uncanni- electric switch, and collide time after time with the same piece of
ness, although it is not easy to isolate and furniture -- though it is true that Mark Twain succeeded by wild
determine exactly their share of it. exaggeration in turning this latter situation into something irre-
The factor of the repetition of the sistibly comic.
same thing will perhaps not appeal to every-
one as a source of uncanny feeling. From we take another class of things, it is easy to see that
what I have observed, this phenomenon does there, too, it is only this factor of involuntary repetition
undoubtedly, subject to certain conditions and which surrounds what would otherwise by innocent
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us the idea of something fateful and inescapable when other- lending to certain aspects of the mind their daemonic character,
wise we should have spoken only of ‘chance’. For instance, we and still very clearly expressed in the impulses of small children;
naturally attach no importance to the event when we hand in an a compulsion, too, which is responsible for a part of the course
overcoat and get a cloakroom ticket with the number, let us say, taken by the analyses of neurotic patients. All these considera-
62; or when we find that our cabin on a ship bears that number. tions prepare us for the discovery that whatever reminds us of
But the impression is altered if two such events, each in itself in- this inner 'compulsion to repeat' is perceived as uncanny.
different, happen close together — if we come across the num- Now, however, it is time to turn from these aspects of the
ber 62 several times in a single day, or if we begin to notice that matter, which are in any case difficult to judge, and look for
everything which has a number — addresses, hotel rooms, com- some undeniable instances of the uncanny, in the hope that an
partments in railway trains — invariably has the same one, or at analysis of them will decide whether our hypothesis is a valid
all events one which contains the same figures. We do feel this one.
to be uncanny. And unless a man is utterly hardened and proof In the story of "The Ring of Polycrates’, The king of Egypt
against the lure of superstition, he will be tempted to ascribe a turns away in horror from his host, Polycrates, because he sees
secret meaning to this obstinate recurrence of a number; he will that his friend’s every wish is at once fulfilled, his every care
take it, perhaps, as an indication of the span of life allotted to promptly removed by kindly fate. His host has become ‘uncanny’
him. Or suppose one is engaged in reading the works of the fa- to him. His own explanation, that the too fortunate man has to
mous physiologist, Hering, and within the space of a few days fear the envy of the gods, seems obscure to us; its meaning is
receives two letters from two different countries, each from a veiled in mythological language. We will therefore turn to anoth-
person called Hering, though one has never before had any er example in a less grandiose setting.
dealings with anyone of that name. Not long ago an ingenious In the case history of an obsessional neurotic, I have de-
scientist (Kammerer, 1919) attempted to reduce coincidences of scribed how the patient once stayed in a hydropathic establish-
this kind to certain laws, and so deprive them of their uncanny ment and benefited greatly by it. He had the good sense, how-
effect. I will not venture to decide whether he has succeeded or ever, to attribute his improvement not to the therapeutic prop-
not. erties of the water, but to the situation of his room, which imme-
How exactly we can trace back to infantile psychology the diately adjoined that of a very accommodating nurse. So on his
uncanny effect of such similar recurrences is a question I can on- second visit to the establishment he asked for the same room,
ly lightly touch on in these pages; and I must refer the reader but was told that it was already occupied by an old gentleman,
instead to another work, already completed, in which this has whereupon he gave vent to his annoyance in the words: ‘I wish
been gone into in detail, but in a different connection. For it is he may be struck dead for it.’ A fortnight later the old gentleman
possible to recognize the dominance in the unconscious mind of really did have a stroke. My patient thought this an ‘uncanny’
a 'compulsion to repeat' proceeding from the instinctual impuls- experience. The impression of uncanniness would have been
es and probably inherent in the very nature of the instincts — a stronger still if less time had elapsed between his words and the
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similar coincidences. As a matter of fact, he had no difficulty in conception of the universe. This was characterized by the idea
producing coincidences of this sort; but then not only he but that the world was peopled with the spirits of human beings; by
every obsessional neurotic I have observed has been able to re- the subject's narcissistic overvaluation of his own mental pro-
late analogous experiences. They are never surprised at their in- cesses; by the belief in the omnipotence of thoughts and the
variably running up against someone they have just been think- technique of magic based on that belief; by the attribution to
ing of, perhaps for the first time for a long while. If they say one various outside persons and things of carefully graded magical
day 'I haven't had any news of so-and-so for a long time', they powers, or 'mama'; as well as by all the other creations with the
will be sure to get a letter from him the next morning, and an help of which man, in the unrestricted narcissism of that stage of
accident or a death will rarely take place without having passed development, strove to fend off the manifest prohibitions of re-
through their mind a little while before. They are in the habit of ality. It seems as if each one of us has been through a phase of
referring to this state of affairs in the most modest manner, say- individual development corresponding to this animistic stage in
ing that they have 'presentiments' which 'usually' come true. primitive men, that none of us has passed through it without
One of the most uncanny and wide-spread forms of su- preserving certain residues and traces of it which are still capa-
perstition is the dread of the evil eye, which has been exhaust- ble of manifesting themselves, and that everything which now
ively studied by the Hamburg oculist Seligmann (1910-11). There strikes us as 'uncanny' fulfills the condition of touching those
never seems to have been any doubt about the source of this residues of animistic mental activity within us and bringing them
dread. Whoever possesses something that is at once valuable to expression.
and fragile is afraid of other people's envy, in so far as he pro-
jects on to them the envy he would have felt in their place. A this point I will put forward two considerations
feeling like this betrays itself by a look even though it is not put which, I think, contain the gist of this short study. In
into words; and when a man is prominent owing to noticeable, the first place, if psycho-analytic theory is correct in
and particularly owing to unattractive, attributes, other people maintaining that every affect belonging to an emo-
are ready to believe that his envy is rising to a more than usual tional impulse, whatever its kind, is transformed, if it is re-
degree of intensity and that this intensity will convert it into ef- pressed, into anxiety, then among instances of frightening things
fective action. What is feared is thus a secret intention of doing there must be one class in which the frightening element can be
harm, and certain signs are taken to mean that that intention has shown to be something repressed which recurs. This class of
the necessary power at its commend. frightening things would then constitute the uncanny; and it
These last examples of the uncanny are to be referred to must be a matter of indifference whether what is uncanny was
the principle which I have called 'omnipotence of thoughts', tak- itself originally frightening or whether it carried some other af-
ing, the name from an expression used by one of my patients. fect. In the second place, if this is indeed the secret nature of the
And now we find ourselves on familiar ground. Our analysis of uncanny, we can understand why linguistic usage has extended
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(Continued from page 90) in text-books of logic as an example of a general proposition;
but no human being really grasps it, and our unconscious has as
das Heimliche [‘homely’] into its opposite, das Unheimliche (p. little use now as it ever had for the idea of its own mortality. Re-
226); for this uncanny is in reality nothing new or alien, but ligions continue to dispute the importance of the undeniable
something which is familiar and old-established in the mind and fact of individual death and to postulate a life after death; civil
which has become alienated from it only through the process of governments still believe that they cannot maintain moral order
repression. This reference to the factor of repression enables us, among the living if they do not uphold the prospect of a better
furthermore, to understand Schelling’s definition [p. 224] of the life hereafter as a recompense for mundane existence. In our
uncanny as something which ought to have remained hidden great cities, placards announce lectures that undertake to tell us
but has come to light. how to get into touch with the souls of the departed; and it can-
It only remains for us to test our new hypothesis on one not be denied that not a few of the most able and penetrating
or two more examples of the uncanny. minds among our men of science have come to the conclusion,
especially towards the close of their own lives, that a contact of
any people experience the feeling in the highest de- this kind is not impossible. Since almost all of us still think as
gree in relation to death and dead bodies, to the return savages do on this topic, it is no matter for surprise that the
of the dead, and to spirits and ghosts. As we have seen primitive fear of the dead is still so strong within us and always
some languages in use to-day can only render the Ger- ready to come to the surface on any provocation. Most likely our
man expression ‘an unheimlich house’ by ‘a haunted house’. We fear still implies the old belief that the dead man becomes the
might indeed have begun our investigation with this example, enemy of his survivor and seeks to carry him off to share his new
perhaps the most striking of all, of something uncanny, but we life with him. Considering our unchanged attitude towards
refrained from doing so because the uncanny in it is too much death, we might rather enquire what has become of the repres-
intermixed with what is purely gruesome and is in part overlaid sion, which is the necessary condition of a primitive feeling re-
by it. curring in the shape of something uncanny. But repression is
There is scarcely any other matter, however, upon which there, too. All supposedly educated people have ceased to be-
our thoughts and feelings have changed so little since the very lieve officially that the dead can become visible as spirits, and
earliest times, and in which discarded forms have been so com- have made any such appearances dependent on improbable and
pletely preserved under a thin disguise, as our relation to death. remote conditions; their emotional attitude towards their dead,
Two things account for our conservatism: the strength of our moreover, once a highly ambiguous and ambivalent one, has
original emotional reaction to death and the insufficiency of our been toned down in the higher strata of the mind into an unam-
scientific knowledge about it. Biology has not yet been able to biguous feeling of piety.
decide whether death is the inevitable fate of every living being We have now only a few remarks to add — for animism,
or whether it is only a regular but yet perhaps avoidable event in magic and sorcery, the omnipotence of thoughts, man's attitude
life. It is true that the statement ‘All men are mortal’ is paraded to death, involuntary repetition and the castration complex com-
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prise practically all the factors which turn something fright- ter her recovery.
ening into something uncanny. Dismembered limbs, a severed head, a hand cut
off at the wrist, as in a fairy tale of Hauff's, feet which
can also speak of a living person as uncanny, dance by themselves, as in the book by Schaeffer
and we do so when we ascribe evil which I mentioned above — all these have something
intentions to him. But that is not all; peculiarly uncanny about them, especially when, as in the
in addition to this we must feel that his last instance, they prove capable of independent activity in
intentions to harm us are going to be carried out with addition. As we already know, this kind of uncanniness
the help of special powers. A good instance of this is the springs from its proximity to the castration complex. To
‘Gettatore’, that uncanny figure of Romanic superstition some people the idea of being buried alive by mistake is
which Schaeffer, with intuitive poetic feeling and profound the most uncanny thing of all. And yet psycho-analysis
psycho-analytic understanding, has transformed into a sympa- has taught us that this terrifying phantasy is only a
thetic character in his Josef Montfort. But the question of these transformation of another phantasy which had origi-
secret powers brings us back again to the realm of animism. It nally nothing terrifying about it at all, but was qualified
was the pious Gretchen’s intuition that Mephistopheles possessed by a certain lasciviousness — the phantasy, I mean, of intra-
secret powers of this kind that made him so uncanny to her. uterine existence.
There is one more point of general application which I
Sic fühlt dass ich ganz sicher ein Genie, should like to add, though, strictly speaking, it has been included
Vielleieht sogar der Teufel bin. in what has already been said about animism and modes of work-
ing of the mental apparatus that have been surmounted; for I
The uncanny effect of epilepsy and of madness has the think it deserves special emphasis. This is that an uncanny effect is
same origin. The layman sees in them the working of forces hith- often and easily produced when the distinction between imagina-
erto unsuspected in his fellow-men, but at the same time he is tion and reality is effaced, as when something that we have hith-
dimly aware of them in remote corners of his own being. The erto regarded as imaginary appears before us in reality, or when a
Middle Ages quite consistently ascribed all such maladies to the symbol takes over the full functions of the thing it symbolizes, and
influence of demons, and in this their psychology was almost cor- so on. It is this factor which contributes not a little to the uncanny
rect. Indeed, I should not be surprised to hear that psycho- effect attaching to magical practices. The infantile element in this,
analysis, which is concerned with laying bare these hidden forces, which also dominates the minds of neurotics, is the over-
has itself become uncanny to many people for that very reason. In accentuation of psychical reality in comparison with material reali-
one case, after I had succeeded — though none too rapidly — in ty — a feature closely allied to the belief in the omnipotence of
effecting a cure in a girl who had been an invalid for many years, I thoughts. In the middle of the isolation of war-time a number of
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somewhat redundant matter, I read a story about a young married undergone repression and then returned from it, and that every-
couple who move into a furnished house in which there is a curi- thing that is uncanny fulfills this condition. But the selection of
ously shaped table with carvings of crocodiles on it. Towards material on this basis does not enable us to solve the problem of
evening an intolerable and very specific smell begins to pervade the uncanny. For our proposition is clearly not convertible. Not
the house; they stumble over something in the dark; they seem to everything that fulfills this condition — not everything that recalls
see a vague form gliding over the stairs — in short, we are given repressed desires and surmounted modes of thinking belonging
to understand that the presence of the table causes ghostly croco- to the prehistory of the individual and of the race — is on that ac-
diles to haunt the place, or that the wooden monsters come to life count uncanny.
in the dark, or something of that sort. It was a naïve enough story, Nor shall we conceal the fact that for almost every example
but the uncanny feeling it produced was quite remarkable. adduced in support of our hypothesis one may be found which
To conclude this collection of examples, which is certainly rebuts it. The story of the severed hand in Wilhelm Hauff’s fairy
not complete, I will relate an instance taken from psycho-analytic tale certainly has an uncanny effect, and we have traced that effect
experience; if it does not rest upon mere coincidence, it furnishes back to the castration complex; but most readers will probably
a beautiful confirmation of our theory of the uncanny. It often agree with me in judging that no trace of uncanniness is provoked
happens that neurotic men declare that they feel there is some- by Herodotus’s story of the treasure of Phampsinitus, in which the
thing uncanny about the female genital organs. This unheimlich master-thief, whom the princess tries to hold fast by the hand,
place, however, is the entrance to the former Heim [home] of all leaves his brother’s severed hand behind with her instead. Again,
human beings, to the place where each one of us lived once upon the prompt fulfillment of the wishes of Polycrates undoubtedly af-
a time and in the beginning. there is a joking saying that ‘Love is fects us in the same uncanny way as it did the king of Egypt; yet
home-sickness’; and whenever a man dreams of a place or a coun- our own fairy stories are crammed with instantaneous wish-
try and says to himself, while he is still dreaming: ‘this place is fa-
fulfillments which produce no uncanny effect whatever. In the sto-
miliar to me, I’ve been here before’, we may interpret the place as ry of ‘The Three Wishes’, the woman is tempted by the savory
being his mother’s genitals or her body. In this case too, then, the smell of a sausage to wish that she might have one too, and in an
unheimlich is what was once heimisch, familiar; the prefix ‘un’ [‘un-instant it lies on a plate before her. In his annoyance at her hasti-
’] is the token of repression. ness her husband wishes it may hang on her nose. And there it is,
dangling from her nose. All this is very striking but not in the least
III uncanny. Fairy tales quite frankly adopt the animistic standpoint of
the omnipotence of thoughts and wishes, and yet I cannot think of
the course of this discussion the reader will have felt cer- any genuine fairy story which has anything uncanny about it. We
tain doubts arising in his mind; and he must now have an have heard that it is in the highest degree uncanny when an inani-
opportunity of collecting them and bringing them for- mate object — a picture or a doll — comes to life; nevertheless in
ward. It may be true that the uncanny [unheimlich] is Hans Andersen’s stories the household utensils, furniture and tin
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(Continued from page 93) general contention that the uncanny proceeds from something
familiar which has been repressed.
soldiers are alive, yet nothing could well be more remote from the We have noticed one point which may help us to resolve
uncanny. And we should hardly call it uncanny when Pygmalion’s these uncertainties: nearly all the instances that contradict our hy-
beautiful statue comes to life. pothesis are taken from the realm of fiction, of imaginative writing.
This suggests that we should differentiate between the uncanny
pparent death and the re-animation of the dead have been that we actually experience and the uncanny that we merely pic-
represented as most uncanny themes. But things of this ture or read about.
sort too are very common in fairy stories. Who would be so What is experienced as uncanny is much more simply con-
bold as to call it uncanny, for instance, when Snow-White ditioned but comprises far fewer instances. We shall find, I think,
opens her eyes once more? And the resuscitation of the dead in that it fits in perfectly with our attempt at a solution, and can be
accounts of miracles, as in the New Testament, elicits feelings traced back without exception to something familiar that has been
quite unrelated to the uncanny. Then, too, the theme that achieves repressed. But here, too, we must make a certain important and
such an indubitably uncanny effect, the unintended recurrence of psychologically significant differentiation in our material, which is
the same thing, serves other and quite different purposes in an- best illustrated by turning to suitable examples.
other class of cases. We have already come across one example in Let us take the uncanny associated with the omnipotence of
which it is employed to call up a feeling of the comic; and we thoughts, with the prompt fulfillment of wishes, with secret injuri-
could multiply instances of this kind. Or again, it works as a means ous powers and with the return of the dead. The condition under
of emphasis, and so on. And once more: what is the origin of the which the feeling of uncanniness arises here is unmistakable. We
uncanny effect of silence, darkness and solitude? — or our primitive forefathers — once believed that these possi-
Do not these factors point to the part played by danger in bilities were realities, and were convinced that they actually hap-
the genesis of what is uncanny, notwithstanding that in children pened. Nowadays we no longer believe in them, we have sur-
these same factors are the most frequent determinants of the ex- mounted these modes of thought; but we do not feel quite sure of
pression of fear [rather than of the uncanny]? And are we after all our new beliefs, and the old ones still exist within us ready to seize
justified in entirely ignoring intellectual uncertainty as a factor, upon any confirmation. As soon as something actually happens in
seeing that we have admitted its importance in relation to death? our lives which seems to confirm the old, discarded beliefs we get
It is evident therefore, that we must be prepared to admit a feeling of the uncanny; it is as though we were making a judg-
that there are other elements besides those which we have so far ment something like this: ‘So, after all, it is true that one can kill a
laid down as determining the production of uncanny feelings. We person by the mere wish!’ or, ‘So the dead do live on and appear
might say that these preliminary results have satisfied psycho- on the scene of their former activities!’ and so on. Conversely, any-
analytic interest in the problem of the uncanny, and that what re- one who has completely and finally rid himself of animistic beliefs
mains probably calls for an aesthetic enquiry. But that would be to will be insensible to this type of the uncanny. The most remarkable
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...an uncanny experience occurs either when which can be detected here, and to say that the animistic beliefs
of civilized people are in a state of having been (to a greater or
infantile complexes which have been re-
lesser extent) surmounted [rather than repressed]. Our conclusion
pressed are once more revived by some im- could then be stated thus: an uncanny experience occurs either
pression, or when primitive beliefs which when infantile complexes which have been repressed are once
have been surmounted seem once more to be more revived by some impression, or when primitive beliefs which
have been surmounted seem once more to be confirmed. Finally,
confirmed...
we must not let our predilection for smooth solutions and lucid
exposition blind us to the fact that these two classes of uncanny
tion of similar experiences in a particular place or on a particular experience are not always sharply distinguishable. When we con-
date, the most deceptive sights and suspicious noises — none of sider that primitive beliefs are most intimately connected with in-
these things will disconcert him or raise the kind of fear which can fantile complexes, and are, in fact, based on them, we shall not be
be described as ‘a fear of something uncanny’. The whole thing is greatly astonished to find that the distinction is often a hazy one.
purely an affair of ‘reality-testing’, a question of the material reali- The uncanny as it is depicted in literature, in stories and
ty of the phenomena. imaginative productions, merits in truth a separate discussion.
The state of affairs is different when the uncanny proceeds Above all, it is a much more fertile province than the uncanny in
from repressed infantile complexes, from the castration complex, real life, for it contains the whole of the latter and something
womb-phantasies, etc.’ but experiences which arouse this kind of more besides, something that cannot be found in real life. The
uncanny feeling are not of very frequent occurrence in real life. contrast between what has been repressed and what has been
The uncanny which proceeds from actual experience belongs for surmounted cannot be transposed on to the uncanny in fiction
the most part to the first group [the group dealt with in the previ- without profound modification; for the realm of phantasy de-
ous paragraph]. Nevertheless the distinction between the two is pends for its effect on the fact that its content is not submitted to
theoretically very important. Where the uncanny comes from in- reality-testing. The somewhat paradoxical result is that in the first
fantile complexes the question of material reality does not arise; place a great deal that is not uncanny in fiction would be so if it
its place is taken by psychical reality. What is involved is an actual happened in real life; and in the second place that there are many
repression of some content of thought and a return of this re- more means of creating uncanny effects in fiction than there are
pressed content, not a cessation of belief in the reality of such a in real life.
content. We might say that in the one case what had been re- The imaginative writer has this license among many others,
pressed is a particular ideational content, and in the other the be- that he can select his world of representation so that it either co-
lief in its (material) reality. But this last phrase no doubt extends incides with the realities we are familiar with or departs from them
the term ‘repression’ beyond its legitimate meaning. It would be in what particulars he pleases. We accept his ruling in every case.
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the very start, and the animistic system of beliefs is frankly adopt- fect and multiply it far beyond what could happen in reality, by
ed. Wish-fulfillments, secret powers, omnipotence of thoughts, bringing about events which never or very rarely happen in fact.
animation of inanimate objects, all the elements so common in In doing this he is in a sense betraying us to the superstitiousness
fairy stories, can exert no uncanny influence here; for, as we have which we have ostensibly surmounted; he deceives us by promis-
learnt, that feeling cannot arise unless there is a conflict of judg- ing to give us the sober truth, and then after all overstepping it.
ment as to whether things which have been 'surmounted' and are We react to his inventions as we would have reacted to real expe-
regarded as incredible may not, after all, be possible; and this riences; by the time we have seen through his trick it is already
problem is eliminated from the outset by the postulates of the too late and the author has achieved his object. But it must be
world of fairy tales. Thus we see that fairy stories, which have fur- added that his success is not unalloyed. We retain a feeling of dis-
nished us with most of the contradictions to our hypothesis of the satisfaction, a kind of grudge against the attempted deceit. I have
uncanny, confirm the first part of our proposition — that in the noticed this particularly after reading Schnitzler's Die Weissagung
realm of fiction many things are not uncanny which would be so if [The Prophecy] and similar stories which flirt with the supernatu-
they happened in real life. In the case of these stories there are ral. However, the writer has one more means which he can use in
other contributory factors, which we shall briefly touch upon later. order to avoid our recalcitrance and at the same time to improve
The creative writer can also choose a setting which though his chances of success. He can keep us in the dark for a long time
less imaginary than the world of fairy tales, does yet differ from about the precise nature of the presuppositions on which the
the real world by admitting superior spiritual beings such as dae- world he writes about is based, or he can cunningly and ingen-
monic spirits or ghosts of the dead. So long as they remain within iously avoid any definite information on the point to the last.
their setting of poetic reality, such figures lose any uncanniness Speaking generally, however, we find a confirmation of the se-
which they might possess. The souls in Dante's Inferno, or the su- cond part of our proposition — that fiction presents more oppor-
pernatural apparitions in Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Macbeth or Julius tunities for creating uncanny feelings than are possible in real life.
Caesar, may be gloomy and terrible enough, but they are no more Strictly speaking, all these complications relate only to that
really uncanny than Homer’s jovial world of gods. We adapt our class of the uncanny which proceeds from forms of thought that
judgment to the imaginary reality imposed on us by the writer, have been surmounted. The class which proceeds from repressed
and regard souls, spirits and ghosts as though their existence had complexes is more resistant and remains as powerful in fiction as
the same validity as our own has in material reality. In this case in real experience, subject to one exception. The uncanny belong-
too we avoid all trace of the uncanny. ing to the first class — that proceeding from forms of thought
The situation is altered as soon as the writer pretends to that have been surmounted — retains its character not only in ex-
move in the world of common reality. In this case he accepts as perience but in fiction as well, so long as the setting is one of ma-
well all the conditions operating to produce uncanny feelings in terial reality; but where it is given an arbitrary and artificial setting
real life; and everything that would have an uncanny effect in real- in fiction, it is apt to lose that character.
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have clearly not exhausted the pos- canny feeling, indeed she very probably fell into a
sibilities of poetic license and the swoon; but we have no such sensations, for we
privileges enjoyed by story-writers in put ourselves in the thief's place, not in hers. In
evoking or in excluding an uncanny Nestroy's farce, Der Zerrissene [The Torn Man],
feeling. In the main we adopt an unvarying passive another means is used to avoid any impression of
attitude towards real experience and are subject the uncanny in the scene in which the fleeing man,
to the influence of our physical environment. But convinced that he is a murderer, lifts up one trap-
the story-teller has a peculiarly directive power door after another and each time sees what he
over us; by means of the moods he can put us in- takes to be the ghost of his victim rising up out of
to, he is able to guide the current of our emotions, it. He calls out in despair, 'But I've only killed one
to dam it up in one direction and make it flow in man. Why this ghastly multiplication?' We know
another, and he often obtains a great variety of what went before this scene and do not share his
effects from the same material. All this is nothing error, so what must be uncanny to him has an irre-
new, and has doubtless long since been fully tak- sistibly comic effect on us. Even a 'real' ghost, as in
en into account by students of aesthetics. We Oscar Wilde's Canterville Ghost, loses all power of
have drifted into this field of research half involun- at least arousing gruesome feelings in us as soon
tarily, through the temptation to explain certain as the author begins to amuse himself by being
instances which contradicted our theory of the ironical about it and allows liberties to be taken
causes of the uncanny. Accordingly we will now with it. Thus we see how independent emotional
return to the examination of a few of those in- effects can be of the actual subject-matter in the
stances. world of fiction. In fairy stories feelings of fear —
We have already asked why it is that the including therefore uncanny feelings — are ruled
severed hand in the story of the treasure of out altogether. We understand this, and that is
Rhampsinitus has no uncanny effect in the way why we ignore any opportunities we find in them
that the severed hand has in Hauff’s story. The for developing such feelings.
question seems to have gained in importance now Concerning the factors of silence, solitude
that we have recognized that the class of the un- and darkness, we can only say that they are actu-
canny which proceeds from repressed complexes ally elements in the production of the infantile
is the more resistant of the two. The answer is anxiety from which the majority of human beings
easy. In the Herodotus story our thoughts are con- have never become quite free. This problem has
centrated much more on the superior cunning of been discussed from a psycho-analytic point of
the master-thief than on the feelings of the prin- view elsewhere.
cess. The princess may very well have had an un-

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FICTION
The Sand-Man
NATHANAEL TO LOTHAIR

I
know you are all very uneasy because I have not written for such a long, long time.
Mother, to be sure, is angry, and Clara, I dare say, believes I am living here in riot and
revelry, and quite forgetting my sweet angel, whose image is so deeply engraved upon
my heart and mind. But that is not so; daily and hourly do I think of you all, and my
lovely Clara's form comes to gladden me in my dreams, and smiles upon me with her bright
eyes, as graciously as she used to do in the days when I went in and out amongst you.
Oh! how could I write to you in the distracted state of mind in which I have been, and
which, until now, has quite bewildered me! A terrible thing has happened to me. Dark forebod-
ings of some awful fate threatening me are spreading themselves out over my head like black
clouds, impenetrable to every friendly ray of sunlight. I must now tell you what has taken place;
I must, that I see well enough, but only to think upon it makes the wild laughter burst from my
lips.
Oh! my dear, dear Lothair, what shall I say to make you feel, if only in an inadequate
way, that that which happened to me a few days ago could thus really exercise such a hostile
and disturbing influence upon my life? Oh that you were here to see for yourself! But now you
will, I suppose, take me for a superstitious ghost-seer. In a word, the terrible thing which I have
experienced, the fatal effect of which I in vain exert every effort to shake off, is simply that some
days ago, namely, on the 30th October, at twelve o'clock at noon, a dealer in weather-glasses
came into my room and wanted to sell me one of his wares. I bought nothing, and threatened
to kick him downstairs, whereupon he went away of his own accord.
You will conclude that it can only be very peculiar relations-- relations intimately inter-
twined with my life--that can give significance to this event, and that it must be the person of
this unfortunate hawker which has had such a very inimical effect upon me. And so it really is. I
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All woodcuts are by artist and printmaker Daniel Niklaus Chodowiecki, who is mentioned in this story.
early days of my youth as will suffice to put matters before you in such a way
that your keen sharp intellect may grasp everything clearly and distinctly, in
bright and living pictures. Just as I am beginning, I hear you laugh and Clara
say, "What's all this childish nonsense about!" Well, laugh at me, laugh heartily
at me, pray do. But, good God! my hair is standing on end, and I seem to be
entreating you to laugh at me in the same sort of frantic despair in which Franz
Moor entreated Daniel to laugh him to scorn. But to my story.
Except at dinner we, I and my brothers and sisters, saw but little of our
father all day long. His business no doubt took up most of his time. After our
evening meal, which, in accordance with an old custom, was served at seven
o'clock, we all went, mother with us, into father's room, and took our places
around a round table. My father smoked his pipe, drinking a large glass of beer
to it. Often he told us many wonderful stories, and got so excited over them
that his pipe always went out; I used then to light it for him with a spill, and this
formed my chief amusement. Often, again, he would give us picture-books to
look at, whilst he sat silent and motionless in his easy-chair, puffing out such
dense clouds of smoke that we were all as it were enveloped in mist.
On such evenings mother was very sad; and directly it struck nine she
said, "Come, children! off to bed! Come! The 'Sand-man' is come I see." And I
always did seem to hear something trampling upstairs with slow heavy steps;
that must be the Sand-man.
Once in particular I was very much frightened at this dull trampling and
knocking; as mother was leading us out of the room I asked her, "O mamma!
but who is this nasty Sand-man who always sends us away from papa? What
does he look like?" "There is no Sand-man, my dear child," mother answered; comes to little children when they won't go to bed and throws handfuls of sand
"when I say the Sand-man is come, I only mean that you are sleepy and can't in their eyes, so that they jump out of their heads all bloody; and he puts them
keep your eyes open, as if somebody had put sand in them." This answer of into a bag and takes them to the half-moon as food for his little ones; and they
mother's did not satisfy me; nay, in my childish mind the thought clearly un- sit there in the nest and have hooked beaks like owls, and they pick naughty
folded itself that mother denied there was a Sand-man only to prevent us be- little boys' and girls' eyes out with them."
ing afraid,--why, I always heard him come upstairs. After this I formed in my own mind a horrible picture of the cruel Sand-
Full of curiosity to learn something more about this Sand-man and man. When anything came blundering upstairs at night I trembled with fear
what he had to do with us children, I at length asked the old woman who acted and dismay; and all that my mother could get out of me were the stammered
as my youngest sister's attendant, what sort of a man he was--the Sand-man? words "The Sandman! the Sand-man!" whilst the tears coursed down my
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Then I ran into my bedroom, and the whole night through tormented myself ther's room and there wait for the Sand-man.
with the terrible apparition of the Sand-man. One evening I perceived from my father's silence and mother's sadness
I was quite old enough to perceive that the old woman's tale about the that the Sand-man would come; accordingly, pleading that I was excessively
Sand-man and his little ones' nest in the half-moon couldn't be altogether true; tired, I left the room before nine o'clock and concealed myself in a hiding-place
nevertheless the Sand-man continued to be for me a fearful incubus, and I was close beside the door. The street door creaked, and slow, heavy, echoing steps
always seized with terror--my blood always ran cold, not only when I heard an- crossed the passage towards the stairs. Mother hurried past me with my broth-
ybody come up the stairs, but when I heard anybody noisily open my father's ers and sisters.
room door and go in. Often he stayed away for a long season altogether; then Softly--softly--I opened father's room door. He sat as usual, silent and
he would come several times in close succession. motionless, with his back towards it; he did not hear me; and in a moment I was
This went on for years, without my being able to accustom myself to in and behind a curtain drawn before my father's open wardrobe, which stood
this fearful apparition, without the image of the horrible Sand-man growing any just inside the room. Nearer and nearer and nearer came the echoing footsteps.
fainter in my imagination. His Intercourse with my father began to occupy my There was a strange coughing and shuffling and mumbling outside. My heart
fancy ever more and more; I was restrained from asking my father about him by beat with expectation and fear.
an unconquerable shyness; but as the years went on the desire waxed stronger A quick step now close, close beside the door, a noisy rattle of the han-
and stronger within me to fathom the mystery myself and to see the fabulous dle, and the door flies open with a bang. Recovering my courage with an effort,
Sand-man. He had been the means of disclosing to me the path of the wonder- I take a cautious peep out. In the middle of the room in front of my father
ful and the adventurous, which so easily find lodgment in the mind of the child. stands the Sand-man, the bright light of the lamp falling full upon his face. The
I liked nothing better than to hear or read horrible stories of goblins, witches, Sand-man, the terrible Sand-man, is the old advocate Coppelius who often
Tom Thumbs, and so on; but always at the head of them all stood the Sand- comes to dine with us.
man, whose picture I scribbled in the most extraordinary and repulsive forms But the most hideous figure could not have awakened greater trepida-
with both chalk and coal everywhere, on the tables, and cupboard doors, and tion in my heart than this Coppelius did. Picture to yourself a large broad-
walls. When I was ten years old my mother removed me from the nursery into a shouldered man, with an immensely big head, a face the color of yellow-ochre,
little chamber off the corridor not far from my father's room. We still had to grey bushy eyebrows, from beneath which two piercing, greenish, cat-like eyes
withdraw hastily whenever, on the stroke of nine, the mysterious unknown was glittered, and a prominent Roman nose hanging over his upper lip. His distort-
heard in the house. ed mouth was often screwed up into a malicious smile; then two dark-red spots
As I lay in my little chamber I could hear him go into father's room, and appeared on his cheeks, and a strange hissing noise proceeded from between
soon afterwards I fancied there was a fine and peculiar smelling steam spread- his tightly clenched teeth.
ing itself through the house. As my curiosity waxed stronger, my resolve to He always wore an ash-grey coat of an old-fashioned cut, a waistcoat
make somehow or other the Sand-man's acquaintance took deeper root. Often of the same, and nether extremities to match, but black stockings and buckles
when my mother had gone past, I slipped quickly out of my room into the cor- set with stones on his shoes. His little wig scarcely extended beyond the crown
ridor, but I could never see anything, for always before I could reach the place of his head, his hair was curled round high up above his big red ears, and plas-
where I could get sight of him, the Sand-man was well inside the door. At last, tered to his temples with cosmetic, and a broad closed hair-bag stood out
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prominently from his neck, so that you could see the silver buckle that fastened both put on long black smock-frocks. Where they took them from I forgot to
his folded neck-cloth. notice. Father opened the folding-doors of a cupboard in the wall; but I saw
Altogether he was a most disagreeable and horribly ugly figure; but that what I had so long taken to be a cupboard was really a dark recess, in
what we children detested most of all was his big coarse hairy hands; we could which was a little hearth.
never fancy anything that he had once touched. This he had noticed; and so, Coppelius approached it, and a blue flame crackled upwards from it.
whenever our good mother quietly placed a piece of cake or sweet fruit on our Round about were all kinds of strange utensils. Good God! as my old father
plates, he delighted to touch it under some pretext or other, until the bright bent down over the fire how different he looked! His gentle and venerable fea-
tears stood in our eyes, and from disgust and loathing we lost the enjoyment of tures seemed to be drawn up by some dreadful convulsive pain into an ugly,
the tit-bit that was intended to please us. And he did just the same thing when repulsive Satanic mask. He looked like Coppelius.
father gave us a glass of sweet wine on holidays. Then he would quickly pass his Coppelius plied the red-hot tongs and drew bright glowing masses out
hand over it, or even sometimes raise the glass to his blue lips, and he laughed of the thick smoke and began assiduously to hammer them. I fancied that there
quite sardonically when all we dared do was to express our vexation in stifled were men's faces visible round about, but without eyes, having ghastly deep
sobs. black holes where the eyes should have been. "Eyes here! Eyes here!" cried Cop-
He habitually called us the "little brutes;" and when he was present we pelius, in a hollow sepulchral voice. My blood ran cold with horror; I screamed
might not utter a sound; and we cursed the ugly spiteful man who deliberately and tumbled out of my hiding-place into the floor.
and intentionally spoiled all our little pleasures. Coppelius immediately seized upon me. "You little brute! You little
Mother seemed to dislike this hateful Coppelius as much as we did; for brute!" he bleated, grinding his teeth. Then, snatching me up, he threw me on
as soon as he appeared her cheerfulness and bright and natural manner were the hearth, so that the flames began to singe my hair. "Now we've got eyes--
transformed into sad, gloomy seriousness. Father treated him as if he were a eyes--a beautiful pair of children's eyes," he whispered, and, thrusting his hands
being of some higher race, whose ill-manners were to be tolerated, whilst no into the flames he took out some red-hot grains and was about to strew them
efforts ought to be spared to keep him in good-humor. He had only to give a into my eyes. Then my father clasped his hands and entreated him, saying,
slight hint, and his favorite dishes were cooked for him and rare wine uncorked. "Master, master, let my Nathanael keep his eyes--oh! do let him keep them."
As soon as I saw this Coppelius, therefore, the fearful and hideous Coppelius laughed shrilly and replied, "Well then, the boy may keep his
thought arose in my mind that he, and he alone, must be the Sand-man; but I eyes and whine and pull his way through the world; but we will now at any rate
no longer conceived of the Sand-man as the bugbear in the old nurse's fable, observe the mechanism of the hand and the foot." And therewith he roughly
who fetched children's eyes and took them to the half-moon as food for his laid hold upon me, so that my joints cracked, and twisted my hands and my
little ones--no! but as an ugly specter-like fiend bringing trouble and misery feet, pulling them now this way, and now that, "That's not quite right altogeth-
and ruin, both temporal and everlasting, everywhere wherever he appeared. er! It's better as it was!--the old fellow knew what he was about." Thus lisped
I was spell-bound on the spot. At the risk of being discovered, and, as I well and hissed Coppelius; but all around me grew black and dark; a sudden convul-
enough knew, of being severely punished, I remained as I was, with my head sive pain shot through all my nerves and bones; I knew nothing more.
thrust through the curtains listening. My father received Coppelius in a ceremo- I felt a soft warm breath fanning my cheek; I awakened as if out of the
nious manner. sleep of death; my mother was bending over me. "Is the Sand-man still there?" I
"Come, to work!" cried the latter, in a hoarse snarling voice, throwing stammered. "No, my dear child; he's been gone a long, long time; he'll not hurt
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town. It was about a year later when, in pursuance of the old unchanged cus-
tom, we sat around the round table in the evening. Father was in very good
spirits, and was telling us amusing tales about his youthful travels. As it was
striking nine we all at once heard the street door creak on its hinges, and slow
ponderous steps echoed across the passage and up the stairs. "That is Coppe-
lius," said my mother, turning pale.
"Yes, it is Coppelius," replied my father in a faint broken voice. The tears
started from my mother's eyes. "But, must it be so?" she cried, "
"This is the last time," he replied; "this is the last time he will come to
me, I promise you. Go now, go and take the children. Go, go to bed--good-
night."
As for me, I felt as if I were converted into cold, heavy stone; I could not
get my breath. As I stood there immovable my mother seized me by the arm.
"Come, Nathanael! do come along!" I suffered myself to be led away; I went into
my room. "Be a good boy and keep quiet," mother called after me; "get into
bed and go to sleep." But, tortured by indescribable fear and uneasiness, I could
not close my eyes. That hateful, hideous Coppelius stood before me with his
glittering eyes, smiling maliciously down upon me; in vain did I strive to banish
the image.
Somewhere about midnight there was a terrific crack, as if a cannon
were being fired off. The whole house shook; something went rustling and clat-
him to her heart. But why should I tire you, my dear Lothair? why do I dwell at tering past my door; the house-door was pulled to with a bang. "That is Coppe-
such length on these details, when there's so much remains to be said? Enough- lius," I cried, terror-struck, and leapt out of bed. Then I heard a wild heartrend-
-I was detected in my eavesdropping, and roughly handled by Coppelius. Fear ing scream; I rushed into my father's room; the door stood open, and clouds of
and terror had brought on a violent fever, of which I lay ill several weeks. suffocating smoke came rolling towards me. The servant-maid shouted, "Oh! my
"Is the Sand-man still there?" these were the first words I uttered on master! my master!"
coming to myself again, the first sign of my recovery, of my safety. Thus, you On the floor in front of the smoking hearth lay my father, dead, his face
see, I have only to relate to you the most terrible moment of my youth for you burned black and fearfully distorted, my sisters weeping and moaning around
to thoroughly understand that it must not be ascribed to the weakness of my him, and my mother lying near them in a swoon. "Coppelius, you atrocious
eyesight if all that I see is colorless, but to the fact that a mysterious destiny has fiend, you've killed my father," I shouted. My senses left me. Two days later,
hung a dark veil of clouds about my life, which I shall perhaps only break when my father was placed in his coffin, his features were mild and gentle again
through when I die. as they had been when he was alive. I found great consolation in the thought
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that his association with the diabolical Coppelius could not have ended in his to have given it to my brother. But as you have so often in innocent raillery
everlasting ruin. made it a sort of reproach against me that I possessed such a calm, and, for a
Our neighbors had been awakened by the explosion; the affair got woman, cool-headed temperament that I should be like the woman we read of-
talked about, and came before the magisterial authorities, who wished to cite -if the house was threatening to tumble down, I should, before hastily fleeing,
Coppelius to clear himself. But he had disappeared from the place, leaving no stop to smooth down a crumple in the window-curtains--I need hardly tell you
traces behind him. that the beginning of your letter quite upset me. I could scarcely breathe; there
Now when I tell you, my dear friend, that the weather-glass hawker I was a bright mist before my eyes.
spoke of was the villain Coppelius, you will not blame me for seeing impending Oh! my darling Nathanael! what could this terrible thing be that had
mischief in his inauspicious reappearance. He was differently dressed; but Cop- happened? Separation from you--never to see you again, the thought was like
pelius's figure and features are too deeply impressed upon my mind for me to a sharp knife in my heart. I read on and on. Your description of that horrid Cop-
be capable of making a mistake in the matter. Moreover, he has not even pelius made my flesh creep. I now learnt for the first time what a terrible and
changed his name. He proclaims himself here, I learn, to be a Piedmontese violent death your good old father died. Brother Lothair, to whom I handed
mechanician, and styles himself Giuseppe Coppola. over his property, sought to comfort me, but with little success.
I am resolved to enter the lists against him and revenge my father's That horrid weather-glass hawker Giuseppe Coppola followed me eve-
death, let the consequences be what they may. Don't say a word to mother rywhere; and I am almost ashamed to confess it, but he was able to disturb my
about the reappearance of this odious monster. Give my love to my darling sound and in general calm sleep with all sorts of wonderful dream-shapes. But
Clara; I will write to her when I am in a somewhat calmer frame of mind. soon--the next day--I saw everything in a different light. Oh! do not be angry
with me, my best-beloved, if, despite your strange presentiment that Coppelius
will do you some mischief, Lothair tells you I am in quite as good spirits, and
Adieu, &c. just the same as ever.
I will frankly confess, it seems to me that all that was fearsome and ter-
rible of which you speak, existed only in your own self, and that the real true
CLARA TO NATHANAEL outer world had but little to do with it. I can quite admit that old Coppelius may
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ou are right, you have not written to me for a very long time, arose from the fact that he hated children.
but nevertheless I believe that I still retain a place in your mind Naturally enough the gruesome Sand-man of the old nurse's story was
and thoughts. It is a proof that you were thinking a good deal associated in your childish mind with old Coppelius, who, even though you had
about me when you were sending off your last letter to brother not believed in the Sand-man, would have been to you a ghostly bugbear, es-
Lothair, for instead of directing it to him you directed it to me. With joy I tore pecially dangerous to children. His mysterious labors along with your father at
open the envelope, and did not perceive the mistake until I read the words, night-time were, I daresay, nothing more than secret experiments in alchemy,
"Oh! my dear, dear Lothair." with which your mother could not be over well pleased, owing to the large
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your father, his mind full of the deceptive striving after higher mysterious power perishes in its futile struggles to attain the
knowledge, may probably have become rather indifferent to his form which is to be the reflected image of ourselves.
family, as so often happens in the case of such experimentalists. So It is also certain, Lothair adds, that if we have once volun-
also it is equally probable that your father brought about his death by tarily given ourselves up to this dark physical power, it often reproduc-
his own imprudence, and that Coppelius is not to blame for it. es within us the strange forms which the outer world throws in our way, so
I must tell you that yesterday I asked our experienced neighbor, the chemist, that thus it is we ourselves who engender within ourselves the spirit which by
whether in experiments of this kind an explosion could take place which would some remarkable delusion we imagine to speak in that outer form. It is the
have a momentarily fatal effect. He said, "Oh, certainly!" and described to me in phantom of our own self whose intimate relationship with, and whose powerful
his prolix and circumstantial way how it could be occasioned, mentioning at the influence upon our soul either plunges us into hell or elevates us to heaven.
same time so many strange and funny words that I could not remember them Thus you will see, my beloved Nathanael, that I and brother Lothair have well
at all. talked over the subject of dark powers and forces; and now, after I have with
Now I know you will be angry at your Clara, and will say, "Of the Mys- some difficulty written down the principal results of our discussion, they seem
terious which often clasps man in its invisible arms there's not a ray can find its to me to contain many really profound thoughts.
way into this cold heart. She sees only the varied surface of the things of the Lothair's last words, however, I don't quite understand altogether; I
world, and, like the little child, is pleased with the golden glittering fruit; at the only dimly guess what he means; and yet I cannot help thinking it is all very
kernel of which lies the fatal poison." true, I beg you, dear, strive to forget the ugly advocate Coppelius as well as the
Oh! my beloved Nathanael, do you believe then that the intuitive pres- weather-glass hawker Giuseppe Coppola. Try and convince yourself that these
cience of a dark power working within us to our own ruin cannot exist also in foreign influences can have no power over you, that it is only the belief in their
minds which are cheerful, natural, free from care? But please forgive me that I, hostile power which can in reality make them dangerous to you. If every line of
a simple girl, presume in any way to indicate to you what I really think of such your letter did not betray the violent excitement of your mind, and if I did not
an inward strife. After all, I should not find the proper words, and you would sympathize with your condition from the bottom of my heart, I could in truth
only laugh at me, not because my thoughts were stupid, but because I was so jest about the advocate Sand-man and weather-glass hawker Coppelius.
foolish as to attempt to tell them to you. Pluck up your spirits! Be cheerful! I have resolved to appear to you as
If there is a dark and hostile power which traitorously fixes a thread in your guardian-angel if that ugly man Coppola should dare take it into his head
our hearts in order that, laying hold of it and drawing us by means of it along a to bother you in your dreams, and drive him away with a good hearty laugh.
dangerous road to ruin, which otherwise we should not have trod--if, I say, I'm not afraid of him and his nasty hands, not the least little bit; I won't let him
there is such a power, it must assume within us a form like ourselves, nay, it either as advocate spoil any dainty tit-bit I've taken, or as Sand-man rob me of
must be ourselves; for only in that way can we believe in it, and only so under- my eyes. My darling, darling Nathanael, Eternally your, &c. &c.
stood do we yield to it so far that it is able to accomplish its secret purpose. So
long as we have sufficient firmness, fortified by cheerfulness, to always
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acknowledge foreign hostile influences for what they really are, whilst we quiet-
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NATHANAEL TO LOTHAIR.

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am very sorry that Clara opened and read my last letter to you; of see her angelically beautiful face.
course the mistake is to be attributed to my own absence of mind. She She did not appear to notice me, and there was moreover a strangely
has written me a very deep philosophical letter, proving conclusively fixed look about her eyes, I might almost say they appeared as if they had no
that Coppelius and Coppola only exist in my own mind and are phan- power of vision; I thought she was sleeping with her eyes open.
toms of my own self, which will at once be dissipated, as soon as I look upon I felt quite uncomfortable, and so I slipped away quietly into the
them in that light. In very truth one can hardly believe that the mind which so Professor's lecture-room, which was close at hand. Afterwards I learnt that the
often sparkles in those bright, beautifully smiling, childlike eyes of hers like a figure which I had seen was Spalanzani's daughter, Olimpia, whom he keeps
sweet lovely dream could draw such subtle and scholastic distinctions. She also locked in a most wicked and unaccountable way, and no man is ever allowed to
mentions your name. You have been talking about me. I suppose you have come near her. Perhaps, however, there is after all, something peculiar about
been giving her lectures, since she sifts and refines everything so acutely. her; perhaps she's an idiot or something of that sort. But why am I telling you
But enough of this! I must now tell you it is most certain that the all this? I could have told you it all better and more in detail when I see you. For
weather-glass hawker Giuseppe Coppola is not the advocate Coppelius. I am in a fortnight I shall be amongst you. I must see my dear sweet angel, my Clara,
attending the lectures of our recently appointed Professor of Physics, who, like again. Then the little bit of ill-temper, which, I must confess, took possession of
the distinguished naturalist , is called Spalanzani, and is of Italian origin. He has me after her fearfully sensible letter, will be blown away. And that is the reason
known Coppola for many years; and it is also easy to tell from his accent that he why I am not writing to her as well to-day.
really is a Piedmontese. Coppelius was a German, though no honest German, I
fancy. With all best wishes, &c.
Nevertheless I am not quite satisfied. You and Clara will perhaps take
me for a gloomy dreamer, but in no way can I get rid of the impression which
Coppelius's cursed face made upon me. I am glad to learn from Spalanzani that
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This Professor Spalanzani is a very queer fish. He is a little fat man, with othing more strange and extraordinary can be imagined, gra-
prominent cheek-bones, thin nose, projecting lips, and small piercing eyes. You cious reader, than what happened to my poor friend, the young
cannot get a better picture of him than by turning over one of the Berlin pocket student Nathanael, and which I have undertaken to relate to
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-almanacs and looking at Cagliostro's portrait engraved by Chodowiecki; you. Have you ever lived to experience anything that com-
Spalanzani looks just like him. pletely took possession of your heart and mind and thoughts to the utter ex-
Once lately, as I went up the steps to his house, I perceived that beside clusion of everything else? All was seething and boiling within you; your blood,
the curtain which generally covered a glass door there was a small chink. What heated to fever pitch, leapt through your veins and inflamed your cheeks. Your
it was that excited my curiosity I cannot explain; but I looked through. In the gaze was so peculiar, as if seeking to grasp in empty space forms not seen of
room I saw a female, tall, very slender, but of perfect proportions, and splendid- any other eye, and all your words ended in sighs betokening some mystery.
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What do you see?" And, wishing to describe the inner pictures in all their vivid thing but laughable. I could not find any words which seemed fitted to reflect in
colors, with their lights and their shades, you in vain struggled to find words even the feeblest degree the brightness of the colors of my mental vision. I de-
with which to express yourself. But you felt as if you must gather up all the termined not to begin at all.
events that had happened, wonderful, splendid, terrible, jocose, and awful, in the So I pray you, gracious reader, accept the three letters which my friend
very first word, so that the whole might be revealed by a single electric dis- Lothair has been so kind as to communicate to me as the outline of the picture,
charge, so to speak. into which I will endeavor to introduce more and more color as I proceed with
Yet every word and all that partook of the nature of communication by my narrative. Perhaps, like a good portrait-painter, I may succeed in depicting
intelligible sounds seemed to be colorless, cold, and dead. Then you try and try more than one figure in such wise that you will recognize it as a good likeness
again, and stutter and stammer, whilst your friends' prosy questions strike like without being acquainted with the original, and feel as if you had very often
icy winds upon your heart's hot fire until they extinguish it. But if, like a bold seen the original with your own bodily eyes. Perhaps, too, you will then believe
painter, you had first sketched in a few audacious strokes the outline of the pic- that nothing is more wonderful, nothing more fantastic than real life, and that all
ture you had in your soul, you would then easily have been able to deepen and that a writer can do is to present it as a dark reflection from a dim cut mirror.
intensify the colors one after the other, until the varied throng of living figures In order to make the very commencement more intelligible, it is neces-
carried your friends away, and they, like you, saw themselves in the midst of the sary to add to the letters that, soon after the death of Nathanael's father, Clara
scene that had proceeded out of your own soul. and Lothair, the children of a distant relative, who had likewise died, leaving
Strictly speaking, indulgent reader, I must indeed confess to you, no one them orphans, were taken by Nathanael's mother into her own house. Clara and
has asked me for the history of young Nathanael; but you are very well aware Nathanael conceived a warm affection for each other, against which not the
that I belong to that remarkable class of authors who, when they are bearing slightest objection in the world could be urged. When therefore Nathanael left
anything about in their minds in the manner I have just described, feel as if eve- home to prosecute his studies in G----, they were betrothed. It is from G---- that
rybody who comes near them, and also the whole world to boot, were asking, his last letter is written, where he is attending the lectures of Spalanzani, the dis-
"Oh! what is it? Oh! do tell us, my good sir?" Hence I was most powerfully im- tinguished Professor of Physics.
pelled to narrate to you Nathanael's ominous life. I might now proceed comfortably with my narration, had not at this mo-
My soul was full of the elements of wonder and extraordinary peculiarity ment Clara's image rise up so vividly before my eyes that I cannot turn them
in it; but, for this very reason, and because it was necessary in the very begin- away from it, just as I never could when she looked upon me and smiled so
ning to dispose you, indulgent reader, to bear with what is fantastic--and that is sweetly. Nowhere would she have passed for beautiful; that was the unanimous
not a little thing--I racked my brain to find a way of commencing the story in a opinion of all who professed to have any technical knowledge of beauty. But
significant and original manner, calculated to arrest your attention. whilst architects praised the pure proportions of her figure and form, painters
To begin with "Once upon a time," the best beginning for a story, averred that her neck, shoulders, and bosom were almost too chastely modeled,
seemed to me too tame; with "In the small country town S---- lived," rather bet- and yet, on the other hand, one and all were in love with her glorious Magda-
ter, at any rate allowing plenty of room to work up to the climax; or to plunge at lene hair, and talked a good deal of nonsense about Battoni-like coloring. One
once ‘in medias res’, "'Go to the devil!' cried the student Nathanael, his eyes of them, a veritable romanticist, strangely enough likened her eyes to a lake by
blazing wildly with rage and fear, when the weather-glass hawker Giuseppe Ruisdael, in which is reflected the pure azure of the cloudless sky, the beauty of
Coppola"--well, that is what I really had written, when I thought I detected woods and flowers, and all the bright and varied life of a living landscape.
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Poets and musicians went still further and said, "What's all this talk about seas about either the advocate Coppelius or her sensible letter; his ill-humor had
and reflections? How can we look upon the girl without feeling that wonderful quite disappeared.
heavenly songs and melodies beam upon us from her eyes, penetrating deep Nevertheless Nathanael was right when he told his friend Lothair that
down into our hearts, till all becomes awake and throbbing with emotion? And the repulsive vendor of weather-glasses, Coppola, had exercised a fatal and dis-
if we cannot sing anything at all passable then, why, we are not worth much; turbing influence upon his life. It was quite patent to all; for even during the first
and this we can also plainly read in the rare smile which flits around her lips few days he showed that he was completely and entirely changed. He gave him-
when we have the hardihood to squeak out something in her presence which self up to gloomy reveries, and moreover acted so strangely; they had never
we pretend to call singing, in spite of the fact that it is nothing more than a few observed anything at all like it in him before. Everything, even his own life, was
single notes confusedly linked together." to him but dreams and presentiments.
And it really was so. Clara had the powerful fancy of a bright, innocent, His constant theme was that every man who delusively imagined him-
unaffected child, a woman's deep and sympathetic heart, and an understanding self to be free was merely the plaything of the cruel sport of mysterious powers,
clear, sharp, and discriminating. Dreamers and visionaries had but a bad time of and it was vain for man to resist them; he must humbly submit to whatever des-
it with her; for without saying very much--she was not by nature of a talkative tiny had decreed for him. He went so far as to maintain that it was foolish to
disposition--she plainly asked, by her calm steady look, and rare ironical smile, believe that a man could do anything in art or science of his own accord; for the
"How can you imagine, my dear friends, that inspiration in which alone any true artistic
I can take these fleeting shadowy images for work could be done did not proceed from
true living and breathing forms?" the spirit within outwards, but was the result
For this reason many found fault of the operation directed inwards of some
with her as being cold, prosaic, and devoid of Higher Principle existing without and be-
feeling; others, however, who had reached a yond ourselves.
clearer and deeper conception of life, were This mystic extravagance was in the
extremely fond of the intelligent, childlike, highest degree repugnant to Clara's clear
large-hearted girl But none had such an af- intelligent mind, but it seemed vain to enter
fection for her as Nathanael, who was a zeal- upon any attempt at refutation. Yet when
ous and cheerful cultivator of the fields of Nathanael went on to prove that Coppelius
science and art. Clara clung to her lover with was the Evil Principle which had entered into
all her heart; the first clouds she encountered him and taken possession of him at the time
in life were when he had to separate from he was listening behind the curtain, and that
her. With what delight did she fly into his this hateful demon would in some terrible
arms when, as he had promised in his last way ruin their happiness, then Clara grew
letter to Lothair, he really came back to his grave and said, "Yes, Nathanael. You are
native town and entered his mother's room! right; Coppelius is an Evil Principle; he can
And as Nathanael had foreseen, the moment do dreadful things, as bad as could a Satanic
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form, but only--only if you do not banish him from your mind to present him in vivid colors in his literary efforts, in which
and thoughts. So long as you believe in him he exists and is at he played the part of the ghoul of Destiny. At length it en-
work; your belief in him is his only power." tered into his head to make his dismal presentiment that Cop-
Whereupon Nathanael, quite angry because Clara would only pelius would ruin his happiness the subject of a poem. He made
grant the existence of the demon in his own mind, began to dilate at himself and Clara, united by true love, the central figures, but repre-
large upon the whole mystic doctrine of devils and awful powers, but Clara sented a black hand as being from time to time thrust into their life and
abruptly broke off the theme by making, to Nathanael's very great disgust, plucking out a joy that had blossomed for them.
some quite commonplace remark. At length, as they were standing at the altar, the terrible Coppelius ap-
Such deep mysteries are sealed books to cold, unsusceptible characters, peared and touched Clara's lovely eyes, which leapt into Nathanael's own bos-
he thought, without being clearly conscious to himself that he counted Clara om, burning and hissing like bloody sparks. Then Coppelius laid hold upon him,
amongst these inferior natures, and accordingly he did not remit his efforts to and hurled him into a blazing circle of fire, which spun round with the speed of
initiate her into these mysteries. In the morning, when she was helping to pre- a whirlwind, and, storming and blustering, dashed away with him. The fearful
pare breakfast, he would take his stand beside her, and read all sorts of mystic noise it made was like a furious hurricane lashing the foaming sea-waves until
books to her, until she begged him--"But, my dear Nathanael, I shall have to they rise up like black, white-headed giants in the midst of the raging struggle.
scold you as the Evil Principle which exercises a fatal influence upon my coffee. But through the midst of the savage fury of the tempest he heard Clara's voice
For if I do as you wish, and let things go their own way, and look into your eyes calling, "Can you not see me, dear? Coppelius has deceived you; they were not
whilst you read, the coffee will all boil over into the fire, and you will none of my eyes which burned so in your bosom; they were fiery drops of your own
you get any breakfast." Then Nathanael hastily banged the book to and ran heart's blood. Look at me, I have got my own eyes still."
away in great displeasure to his own room. Nathanael thought, "Yes, that is Clara, and I am hers for ever." Then this
Formerly he had possessed a peculiar talent for writing pleasing, spar- thought laid a powerful grasp upon the fiery circle so that it stood still, and the
kling tales, which Clara took the greatest delight in listening to; but now his pro- riotous turmoil died away rumbling down a dark abyss. Nathanael looked into
ductions were gloomy, unintelligible, and wanting in form, so that, although Clara's eyes; but it was death whose gaze rested so kindly upon him.
Clara out of forbearance towards him did not say so, he nevertheless felt how Whilst Nathanael was writing this work he was very quiet and sober-
very little interest she took in them. minded; he filed and polished every line, and as he had chosen to submit him-
There was nothing that Clara disliked so much as what was tedious; at self to the limitations of meter, he did not rest until all was pure and musical.
such times her intellectual sleepiness was not to be overcome; it was betrayed When, however, he had at length finished it and read it aloud to himself he was
both in her glances and in her words. Nathanael's effusions were, in truth, ex- seized with horror and awful dread, and he screamed, "Whose hideous voice is
ceedingly tedious. His ill-humor at Clara's cold prosaic temperament continued this?" But he soon came to see in it again nothing beyond a very successful po-
to increase; Clara could not conceal her distaste of his dark, gloomy, wearying em, and he confidently believed it would enkindle Clara's cold temperament,
mysticism; and thus both began to be more and more estranged from each oth- though to what end she should be thus aroused was not quite clear to his own
er without exactly being aware of it themselves. mind, nor yet what would be the real purpose served by tormenting her with
The image of the ugly Coppelius had, as Nathanael was obliged to con- these dreadful pictures, which prophesied a terrible and ruinous end to her af-
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fection. violent quarrel, and also observed the fencing-master bring the rapiers in the
Nathanael and Clara sat in his mother's little garden. Clara was bright dusk of the evening. She had a presentiment of what was to happen. They both
and cheerful, since for three entire days her lover, who had been busy writing appeared at the appointed place wrapped up in the same gloomy silence, and
his poem, had not teased her with his dreams or forebodings. Nathanael, too, threw off their coats.
spoke in a gay and vivacious way of things of merry import, as he formerly Their eyes flaming with the bloodthirsty light of pugnacity, they were
used to do, so that Clara said, "Ah! now I have you again. We have driven away about to begin their contest when Clara burst through the garden door. Sob-
that ugly Coppelius, you see." Then it suddenly occurred to him that he had got bing, she screamed, "You savage, terrible men! Cut me down before you attack
the poem in his pocket which he wished to read to her. He at once took out the each other; for how can I live when my lover has slain my brother, or my broth-
manuscript and began to read. Clara, anticipating something tedious as usual, er slain my lover?" Lothair let his weapon fall and gazed silently upon the
prepared to submit to the infliction, and calmly resumed her knitting. But as the ground, whilst Nathanael's heart was rent with sorrow, and all the affection
somber clouds rose up darker and darker she let her knitting fall on her lap and which he had felt for his lovely Clara in the happiest days of her golden youth
sat with her eyes fixed in a set stare upon Nathanael's face. He was quite car- was awakened within him. His murderous weapon, too, fell from his hand; he
ried away by his own work, the fire of enthusiasm colored his cheeks a deep threw himself at Clara's feet. "Oh! can you ever forgive me, my only, my dearly
red, and tears started from his eyes. loved Clara? Can you, my dear brother Lothair, also forgive me?" Lothair was
At length he concluded, groaning and showing great lassitude; grasp- touched by his friend's great distress; the three young people embraced each
ing Clara's hand, he sighed as if he were being utterly melted in inconsolable other amidst endless tears, and swore never again to break their bond of love
grief, "Oh! Clara! Clara!" She drew him softly to her heart and said in a low but and fidelity.
very grave and impressive tone, "Nathanael, my darling Nathanael, throw that Nathanael felt as if a heavy burden that had been weighing him down
foolish, senseless, stupid thing into the fire." Then Nathanael leapt indignantly to the earth was now rolled from off him, nay, as if by offering resistance to the
to his feet, crying, as he pushed Clara from him, "You damned lifeless automa-
ton!" and rushed away. Clara was cut to the heart, and wept bitterly.
"Oh! he has never loved me, for he does not understand me," she
sobbed.
Lothair entered the arbor. Clara was obliged to tell him all that had tak-
en place. He was passionately fond of his sister; and every word of her com- dark power which had possessed him, he had rescued his own self from the
plaint fell like a spark upon his heart, so that the displeasure which he had long ruin which had threatened him. Three happy days he now spent amidst the
entertained against his dreamy friend Nathanael was kindled into furious anger. loved ones, and then returned to G----, where he had still a year to stay before
He hastened to find Nathanael, and upbraided him in harsh words for his irra- settling down in his native town for life.
tional behavior towards his beloved sister. The fiery Nathanael answered him in Everything having reference to Coppelius had been concealed from the
the same style. "A fantastic, crack-brained fool," was retaliated with, "A misera- mother, for they knew she could not think of him without horror, since she as
ble, common, everyday sort of fellow." A meeting was the inevitable conse- well as Nathanael believed him to be guilty of causing her husband's death.
quence. They agreed to meet on the following morning behind the garden-
wall, and fight, according to the custom of the students of the place, with sharp
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hen Nathanael came to the house where he lived, he was great-
ly astonished to find it burnt down to the ground, so that noth-
ing but the bare outer walls were left standing amidst a heap of
ruins. Although the fire had broken out in the laboratory of the
chemist who lived on the ground-floor, and had therefore spread upwards,
some of Nathanael's bold, active friends had succeeded in time in forcing a way
into his room in the upper story and saving his books and manuscripts and in-
struments. They had carried them all uninjured into another house, where they
engaged a room for him; this he now at once took possession of.
That he lived opposite Professor Spalanzani did not strike him particu-
larly, nor did it occur to him as anything more singular that he could, as he ob-
served, by looking out of his window, see straight into the room where Olimpia
often sat alone. Her figure he could plainly distinguish, although her features
were uncertain and confused. It did at length occur to him, however, that she
remained for hours together in the same position in which he had first discov-
ered her through the glass door, sitting at a little table without any occupation
whatever, and it was evident that she was constantly gazing across in his direc-
tion.
He could not but confess to himself that he had never seen a finer fig-
ure. However, with Clara mistress of his heart, he remained perfectly unaffected
by Olimpia's stiffness and apathy; and it was only occasionally that he sent a
fugitive glance over his compendium across to her--that was all. Affrighted, Nathanael cried, "You stupid man, how can you have eyes?--
He was writing to Clara; a light tap came at the door. At his summons to eyes--eyes?"
"Come in," Coppola's repulsive face appeared peeping in. Nathanael felt his But Coppola, laying aside his weather-glasses, thrust his hands into his
heart beat with trepidation; but, recollecting what Spalanzani had told him big coat-pockets and brought out several spy-glasses and spectacles, and put
about his fellow-countryman Coppola, and what he had himself so faithfully them on the table. "Theer! Theer! Spect'cles! Spect'cles to put 'n nose! Them's
promised his beloved in respect to the Sand-man Coppelius, he was ashamed at my oyes--foine oyes." And he continued to produce more and more spectacles
himself for this childish fear of specters. Accordingly, he controlled himself with from his pockets until the table began to gleam and flash all over. Thousands of
an effort, and said, as quietly and as calmly as he possibly could, "I don't want eyes were looking and blinking convulsively, and staring up at Nathanael; he
to buy any weather-glasses, my good friend; you had better go elsewhere." could not avert his gaze from the table. Coppola went on heaping up his spec-
Then Coppola came right into the room, and said in a hoarse voice, tacles, whilst wilder and ever wilder burning flashes crossed through and
screwing up his wide mouth into a hideous smile, whilst his little eyes flashed through each other and darted their blood-red rays into Nathanael's breast.
keenly from beneath his long grey eyelashes, "What! Nee weather-gless? Nee Quite overcome, and frantic with terror, he shouted, "Stop! stop! you
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terrible man!" and he seized Coppola by the arm, which he had again thrust into friend." But Coppola did not leave the room without casting many peculiar side-
his pocket in order to bring out still more spectacles, although the whole table glances upon Nathanael; and the young student heard him laughing loudly on
was covered all over with them. With a harsh disagreeable laugh Coppola gently the stairs.
freed himself; and with the words "So! went none! Well, here foine gless!" he "Ah well!" thought he, "he's laughing at me because I've paid him too
swept all his spectacles together, and put them back into his coat-pockets, much for this little perspective--because I've given him too much money--that's
whilst from a breast-pocket he produced a great number of larger and smaller it" As he softly murmured these words he fancied he detected a gasping sigh as
perspectives. of a dying man stealing awfully through the room; his heart stopped beating
As soon as the spectacles were gone Nathanael recovered his equanim- with fear. But to be sure he had heaved a deep sigh himself; it was quite plain.
ity again; and, bending his thoughts upon Clara, he clearly discerned that the "Clara is quite right," said he to himself, "in holding me to be an incurable ghost
gruesome incubus had proceeded only from himself, as also that Coppola was a -seer; and yet it's very ridiculous--ay, more than ridiculous, that the stupid
right honest mechanician and optician, and far from being Coppelius's dreaded thought of having paid Coppola too much for his glass should cause me this
double and ghost. And then, besides, none of the glasses which Coppola now strange anxiety; I can't see any reason for it."
placed on the table had anything at all singular about them, at least nothing so Now he sat down to finish his letter to Clara; but a glance through the
weird as the spectacles; so, in order to square accounts with himself, Nathanael window showed him Olimpia still in her former posture. Urged by an irresistible
now really determined to buy something of the man. He took up a small, very impulse he jumped up and seized Coppola's perspective; nor could he tear him-
beautifully cut pocket perspective, and by way of proving it looked through the self away from the fascinating Olimpia until his friend and brother Siegmund
window. called for him to go to Professor Spalanzani's lecture.
Never before in his life had he had a glass in his hands that brought out The curtains before the door of the all-important room were closely
things so clearly and sharply and distinctly. Involuntarily he directed the glass drawn, so that he could not see Olimpia. Nor could he even see her from his
upon Spalanzani's room; Olimpia sat at the little table as usual, her arms laid own room during the two following days, notwithstanding that he scarcely ever
upon it and her hands folded. Now he saw for the first time the regular and ex- left his window, and maintained a scarce interrupted watch through Coppola's
quisite beauty of her features. The eyes, however, seemed to him to have a sin- perspective upon her room.
gular look of fixity and lifelessness. But as he continued to look closer and more On the third day curtains even were drawn across the window. Plunged
carefully through the glass he fancied a light like humid moonbeams came into into the depths of despair,--goaded by longing and ardent desire, he hurried
them. It seemed as if their power of vision was now being enkindled; their outside the walls of the town. Olimpia's image hovered about his path in the air
glances shone with ever-increasing vivacity. and stepped forth out of the bushes, and peeped up at him with large and lus-
Nathanael remained standing at the window as if glued to the spot by a trous eyes from the bright surface of the brook. Clara's image was completely
wizard's spell, his gaze riveted unchangeably upon the divinely beautiful Olim- faded from his mind; he had no thoughts except for Olimpia. He uttered his
pia. A coughing and shuffling of the feet awakened him out of his enchaining love-plaints aloud and in a lachrymose tone, "Oh! my glorious, noble star of
dream, as it were. love, have you only risen to vanish again, and leave me in the darkness and
Coppola stood behind him, "Tre zechini" (three ducats). Nathanael had hopelessness of night?"
completely forgotten the optician; he hastily paid the sum demanded. "Ain't 't? Returning home, he became aware that there was a good deal of noisy
Foine gless? foine gless?" asked Coppola in his harsh unpleasant voice, smiling bustle going on in Spalanzani's house. All the doors stood wide open; men were
sardonically. "Yes, yes, yes," rejoined Nathanael impatiently; "adieu, my good taking in all kinds of gear and furniture; the windows of the first floor were all

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lifted off their hinges; busy maid-servants with immense hair-brooms were
driving backwards and forwards dusting and sweeping, whilst within could be
heard the knocking and hammering of carpenters and upholsterers. Utterly
astonished, Nathanael stood still in the street; then Siegmund joined him,
laughing, and said, "Well, what do you say to our old Spalanzani?" Nathanael
assured him that he could not say anything, since he knew not what it all
meant; to his great astonishment, he could hear, however, that they were turn-
ing the quiet gloomy house almost inside out with their dusting and cleaning
and making of alterations.
Then he learned from Siegmund that Spalanzani intended giving a
great concert and ball on the following day, and that half the university was
invited. It was generally reported that Spalanzani was going to let his daughter
Olimpia, whom he had so long so jealously guarded from every eye, make her
first appearance.
Nathanael received an invitation. At the appointed hour, when the car-
riages were rolling up and the lights were gleaming brightly in the decorated
halls, he went across to the Professor's, his heart beating high with expectation.
The company was both numerous and brilliant. Olimpia was richly and tasteful-
ly dressed. One could not but admire her figure and the regular beauty of her
features. The striking inward curve of her back, as well as the wasp-like small-
ness of her waist, appeared to be the result of too-tight lacing. T
here was something stiff and measured in her gait and bearing that
made an unfavorable impression upon many; it was ascribed to the constraint
imposed upon her by the company. The concert began. Olimpia played on the
piano with great skill; and sang as skillfully an ‘aria di bravura’, in a voice which
was, if anything, almost too sharp, but clear as glass bells.
Nathanael was transported with delight; he stood in the background
farthest from her, and owing to the blinding lights could not quite distinguish
her features. So, without being observed, he took Coppola's glass out of his
pocket, and directed it upon the beautiful Olimpia.
Oh! then he perceived how her yearning eyes sought him, how every
note only reached its full purity in the loving glance which penetrated to and
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towards heaven of the soul refined by love; and when at last, after the ‘cadenza’, He sat beside Olimpia, her hand in his own, and declared his love enthusiastical-
the long trill rang shrilly and loudly through the hall, he felt as if he were sud- ly and passionately in words which neither of them understood, neither he nor
denly grasped by burning arms and could no longer control himself,--he could Olimpia. And yet she perhaps did, for she sat with her eyes fixed unchangeably
not help shouting aloud in his mingled pain and delight, "Olimpia!" All eyes upon his, sighing repeatedly, "Ach! Ach! Ach!"
were turned upon him; many people laughed. The face of the cathedral organist Upon this Nathanael would answer, "Oh, you glorious heavenly lady!
wore a still more gloomy look than it had done before, but all he said was, You ray from the promised paradise of love! Oh! what a profound soul you have!
"Very well!" My whole being is mirrored in it!" and a good deal more in the same strain. But
The concert came to an end, and the ball began. Oh! to dance with her-- Olimpia only continued to sigh "Ach! Ach!" again and again.
with her--that was now the aim of all Nathanael's wishes, of all his desires. But Professor Spalanzani passed by the two happy lovers once or twice, and
how should he have courage to request her, the queen of the ball, to grant him smiled with a look of peculiar satisfaction. All at once it seemed to Nathanael,
the honor of a dance? And yet he couldn't tell how it came about, just as the albeit he was far away in a different world, as if it were growing perceptibly
dance began, he found himself standing close beside her, nobody having as yet darker down below at Professor Spalanzani's.
asked her to be his partner; so, with some difficulty stammering out a few words, He looked about him, and to his very great alarm became aware that
he grasped her hand. It was cold as ice; he shook with an awful, frosty shiver. there were only two lights left burning in the hall, and they were on the point of
But, fixing his eyes upon her face, he saw that her glance was beaming upon him going out. The music and dancing had long ago ceased. "We must part--part!"
with love and longing, and at the same moment he thought that the pulse be- he cried, wildly and despairingly; he kissed Olimpia's hand; he bent down to her
gan to beat in her cold hand, and the warm life-blood to course through her mouth, but ice-cold lips met his burning ones.
veins. And passion burned more intensely in his own heart also; he threw his As he touched her cold hand, he felt his heart thrilled with awe; the leg-
arm round her beautiful waist and whirled her round the hall. He had always end of "The Dead Bride" shot suddenly through his mind. But Olimpia had
thought that he kept good and accurate time in dancing, but from the perfectly drawn him closer to her, and the kiss appeared to warm her lips into vitality.
rhythmical evenness with which Olimpia danced, and which frequently put him Professor Spalanzani strode slowly through the empty apartment, his
quite out, he perceived how very faulty his own time really was. footsteps giving a hollow echo; and his figure had, as the flickering shadows
Notwithstanding, he would not dance with any other lady; and every- played about him, a ghostly, awful appearance. "Do you love me? Do you love
body else who approached Olimpia to call upon her for a dance, he would have me, Olimpia? Only one little word--Do you love me?" whispered Nathanael, but
liked to kill on the spot. This, however, only happened twice; to his astonishment she only sighed, "Ach! Ach!" as she rose to her feet.
Olimpia remained after this without a partner, and he failed not on each occa- "Yes, you are my lovely, glorious star of love," said Nathanael, "and will
sion to take her out again. If Nathanael had been able to see anything else ex- shine for ever, purifying and ennobling my heart" "Ach! Ach!" replied Olimpia, as
cept the beautiful Olimpia, there would inevitably have been a good deal of un- she moved along.
pleasant quarrelling and strife; for it was evident that Olimpia was the object of Nathanael followed her; they stood before the Professor. "You have had
the smothered laughter only with difficulty suppressed, which was heard in vari- an extraordinarily animated conversation with my daughter," said he, smiling;
ous corners amongst the young people; and they followed her with very curious "well, well, my dear Mr. Nathanael, if you find pleasure in talking to the stupid
looks, but nobody knew for what reason. girl, I am sure I shall be glad for you to come and do so." Nathanael took his
Nathanael, excited by dancing and the plentiful supply of wine he had leave, his heart singing and leaping in a perfect delirium of happiness.
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versation. Although the Professor had done everything to make the thing a tion as well? But Heaven be thanked for it, otherwise I should have had you for a
splendid success, yet certain gay spirits related more than one thing that had rival, and then the blood of one of us would have had to be spilled."
occurred which was quite irregular and out of order. Siegmund, perceiving how matters stood with his friend, skillfully inter-
They were especially keen in pulling Olimpia to pieces for her taciturnity posed and said, after remarking that all argument with one in love about the
and rigid stiffness; in spite of her beautiful form they alleged that she was hope- object of his affections was out of place, "Yet it's very strange that several of us
lessly stupid, and in this fact they discerned the reason why Spalanzani had so have formed pretty much the same opinion about Olimpia. We think she is--you
long kept her concealed from publicity. Nathanael heard all this with inward won't take it ill, brother?--that she is singularly statuesque and soulless. Her fig-
wrath, but nevertheless he held his tongue; for, thought he, would it indeed be ure is regular, and so are her features, that can't be gainsaid; and if her eyes
worth while to prove to these fellows that it is their own stupidity which pre- were not so utterly devoid of life, I may say, of the power of vision, she might
vents them from appreciating Olimpia's profound and brilliant parts? pass for a beauty. She is strangely measured in her movements, they all seem as
One day Siegmund said to him, "Pray, brother, have the kindness to tell if they were dependent upon some wound-up clock-work. Her playing and sing-
me how you, a sensible fellow, came to lose your head over that Miss Wax-face- ing has the disagreeably perfect, but insensitive time of a singing machine, and
-that wooden doll across there?" her dancing is the same. We felt quite afraid of this Olimpia, and did not like to
Nathanael was about to fly into a rage, but he recollected himself and have anything to do with her; she seemed to us to be only acting ‘like’ a living
replied, "Tell me, Siegmund, how came it that Olimpia's divine charms could es- creature, and as if there was some secret at the bottom of it all."
cape your eye, so keenly alive as it always is to beauty, and your acute percep- Nathanael did not give way to the bitter feelings which threatened to
master him at these words of Siegmund's; he fought down and got the better of
his displeasure, and merely said, very earnestly, "You cold prosaic fellows may
very well be afraid of her. It is only to its like that the poetically organized spirit
unfolds itself. Upon me alone did her loving glances fall, and through my mind
and thoughts alone did they radiate; and only in her love can I find my own self
again. Perhaps, however, she doesn't do quite right not to jabber a lot of non-
sense and stupid talk like other shallow people. It is true, she speaks but few
words; but the few words she docs speak are genuine hieroglyphs of the inner
world of Love and of the higher cognition of the intellectual life revealed in the
intuition of the Eternal beyond the grave. But you have no understanding for all
these things, and I am only wasting words."
"God be with you, brother," said Siegmund very gently, almost sadly,
"but it seems to me that you are in a very bad way. You may rely upon me, if all-
-No, I can't say any more." It all at once dawned upon Nathanael that his cold
prosaic friend Siegmund really and sincerely wished him well, and so he warmly
shook his proffered hand.
Nathanael had completely forgotten that there was a Clara in the world,
whom he had once loved--and his mother and Lothair. They had all vanished
from his mind; he lived for Olimpia alone. He sat beside her every day for hours
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together, rhapsodizing about his love and sympathy enkindled into life, and with the fire of desire burning in his heart, Nathanael resolved the very next day
about psychic elective affinity --all of which Olimpia listened to with great rever- to implore Olimpia to tell him frankly, in plain words, what he had long read in
ence. He fished up from the very bottom of his desk all the things that he had her sweet loving glances,--that she would be his for ever. He looked for the ring
ever written--poems, fancy sketches, visions, romances, tales, and the heap was which his mother had given him at parting; he would present it to Olimpia as a
increased daily with all kinds of aimless sonnets, stanzas, canzonets. All these he symbol of his devotion, and of the happy life he was to lead with her from that
read to Olimpia hour after hour without growing tired; but then he had never time onwards.
had such an exemplary listener. She neither embroidered, nor knitted; she did Whilst looking for it he came across his letters from Clara and Lothair;
not look out of the window, or feed a bird, or play with a little pet dog or a fa- he threw them carelessly aside, found the ring, put it in his pocket, and ran
vourite cat, neither did she twist a piece of paper or anything of that kind round across to Olimpia. Whilst still on the stairs, in the entrance-passage, he heard an
her finger; she did not forcibly convert a yawn into a low affected cough--in extraordinary hubbub; the noise seemed to proceed from Spalanzani's study.
short, she sat hour after hour with her eyes bent unchangeably upon her lover's There was a stamping--a rattling--pushing—knocking against the door, with
face, without moving or altering her position, and her gaze grew more ardent curses and oaths intermingled.
and more ardent still. And it was only when at last Nathanael rose and kissed her "Leave hold--leave hold--you monster--you rascal--staked your life and
lips or her hand that she said, "Ach! Ach!" and then "Good-night, dear." honour upon it?--Ha! ha! ha! ha!--That was not our wager--I, I made the eyes--I
Arrived in his own room, Nathanael would break out with, "Oh! what a the clock-work.--Go to the devil with your clock-work—you damned dog of a
brilliant--what a profound mind! Only you--you alone understand me." And his watch-maker--be off--Satan--stop--you paltry turner--you infernal beast!--stop-
heart trembled with rapture when he reflected upon the wondrous harmony -begone--let me go." The voices which were thus making all this racket and
which daily revealed itself between his own and his Olimpia's character; for he rumpus were those of Spalanzani and the fearsome Coppelius.
fancied that she had expressed in respect to his works and his poetic genius the Nathanael rushed in, impelled by some nameless dread. The Professor
identical sentiments which he himself cherished deep down in his own heart in was grasping a female figure by the shoulders, the Italian Coppola held her by
respect to the same, and even as if it was his own heart's voice speaking to him. the feet; and they were pulling and dragging each other backwards and for-
And it must indeed have been so; for Olimpia never uttered any other words wards, fighting furiously to get possession of her. Nathanael recoiled with horror
than those already mentioned. And when Nathanael himself in his clear and so- on recognizing that the figure was Olimpia.
ber moments, as, for instance, directly after waking in a morning, thought about Boiling with rage, he was about to tear his beloved from the grasp of
her utter passivity and taciturnity, he only said, "What are words--but words? the madmen, when Coppola by an extraordinary exertion of strength twisted the
The glance of her heavenly eyes says more than any tongue of earth. And how figure out of the Professor's hands and gave him such a terrible blow with her,
can, anyway, a child of heaven accustom herself to the narrow circle which the that he reeled backwards and fell over the table all amongst the phials and re-
exigencies of a wretched mundane life demand?" torts, the bottles and glass cylinders, which covered it: all these things were
Professor Spalanzani appeared to be greatly pleased at the intimacy smashed into a thousand pieces. But Coppola threw the figure across his shoul-
that had sprung up between his daughter Olimpia and Nathanael, and showed der, and, laughing shrilly and horribly, ran hastily down the stairs, the figure's
the young man many unmistakable proofs of his good feeling towards him; and ugly feet hanging down and banging and rattling like wood against the steps.
when Nathanael ventured at length to hint very delicately at an alliance with Nathanael was stupefied;--he had seen only too distinctly that in Olimpia's pallid
Olimpia, the Professor smiled all over his face at once, and said he should allow waxed face there were no eyes, merely black holes in their stead; she was an
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Spalanzani was rolling on the floor; the pieces of glass had cut his head
and breast and arm; the blood was escaping from him in streams. But he gath-
ered his strength together by an effort.
"After him--after him! What do you stand staring there for? Coppelius--
Coppelius--he's stolen my best automaton--at which I've worked for twenty
years--staked my life upon it--the clock-work-- speech--movement--mine--
your eyes--stolen your eyes--damn him—curse him--after him--fetch me back
Olimpia--there are the eyes."
And now Nathanael saw a pair of bloody eyes lying on the floor staring
at him; Spalanzani seized them with his uninjured hand and threw them at him,
so that they hit his breast Then madness dug her burning talons into him and
swept down into his heart, rending his mind and thoughts to shreds. "Aha! aha!
aha! Fire-wheel--fire-wheel! Spin round, fire-wheel! merrily, merrily! Aha! wood-
en doll! spin round, pretty wooden doll!" and he threw himself upon the Profes-
sor, clutching him fast by the throat. He would certainly have strangled him had
not several people, attracted by the noise, rushed in and torn away the mad-
man; and so they saved the Professor, whose wounds were immediately
dressed.
Siegmund, with all his strength, was not able to subdue the frantic lu-
natic, who continued to scream in a dreadful way, "Spin round, wooden doll!"
and to strike out right and left with his doubled fists. At length the united
strength of several succeeded in overpowering him by throwing him on the against the public; and it had been so craftily contrived that it had escaped un-
floor and binding him. His cries passed into a brutish bellow that was awful to observed by all except a few preternaturally acute students, although every-
hear; and thus raging with the harrowing violence of madness, he was taken body was very wise now and remembered to have thought of several facts
away to the madhouse. which occurred to them as suspicious. But these latter could not succeed in
Before continuing my narration of what happened further to the unfor- making out any sort of a consistent tale. For was it, for instance, a thing likely to
tunate Nathanael, I will tell you, indulgent reader, in case you take any interest occur to any one as suspicious that, according to the declaration of an elegant
in that skillful mechanician and fabricator of automata, Spalanzani, that he re- beau of these tea-parties, Olimpia had, contrary to all good manners, sneezed
covered completely from his wounds. He had, however, to leave the university, oftener than she had yawned? The former must have been, in the opinion of
for Nathanael's fate had created a great sensation; and the opinion was pretty this elegant gentleman, the winding up of the concealed clock-work; it had al-
generally expressed that it was an imposture altogether unpardonable to have ways been accompanied by an observable creaking, and so on.
smuggled a wooden puppet instead of a living person into intelligent tea- The Professor of Poetry and Eloquence took a pinch of snuff, and, slap-
circles,--for Olimpia had been present at several with success. Lawyers called it ping the lid to and clearing his throat, said solemnly, "My most honorable ladies
a cunning piece of knavery, and all the harder to punish since it was directed and gentlemen, don't you see then where the rub is? The whole thing is an alle-

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gory, a continuous metaphor. You understand me? Sapienti sat. " mother and his beloved, and his friends, he quickly recovered his strength
But several most honorable gentlemen did not rest satisfied with this again. Good fortune had in the meantime visited the house; a niggardly old
explanation; the history of this automaton had sunk deeply into their souls, and uncle, from whom they had never expected to get anything, had died, and left
an absurd mistrust of human figures began to prevail. Several lovers, in order Nathanael's mother not only a considerable fortune, but also a small estate,
to be fully convinced that they were not paying court to a wooden puppet, re- pleasantly situated not far from the town. There they resolved to go and live,
quired that their mistress should sing and dance a little out of time, should em- Nathanael and his mother, and Clara, to whom he was now to be married, and
broider or knit or play with her little pug, &c., when being read to, but above all Lothair.
things else that she should do something more than merely listen--that she Nathanael was become gentler and more childlike than he had ever
should frequently speak in such a way as to really show that her words presup- been before, and now began really
posed as a condition some thinking and feeling. The bonds of love were in to understand Clara's supremely
many cases drawn closer in consequence, and so of course became more en- pure and noble character. None of
gaging; in other instances they gradually relaxed and fell away. them ever reminded him, even in
"I cannot really be made responsible for it," was the remark of more the remotest degree, of the past.
than one young gallant. At the tea-gatherings everybody, in order to ward off But when Siegmund took leave of
suspicion, yawned to an incredible extent and never sneezed. Spalanzani was him, Nathanael said, "By heaven,
obliged, as has been said, to leave the place in order to escape a criminal brother! I was in a bad way, but an
charge of having fraudulently imposed an automaton upon human society. angel came just at the right moment
Coppola, too, had also disappeared. and led me back upon the path of
light. Yes, it was Clara." Siegmund

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hen Nathanael awoke he felt as if he had been oppressed by a would not let him speak further,
terrible nightmare; he opened his eyes and experienced an in- fearing lest the painful recollections
describable sensation of mental comfort, whilst a soft and most of the past might arise too vividly
beautiful sensation of warmth pervaded his body. He lay on his and too intensely in his mind.
own bed in his own room at home; Clara was bending over him, and at a little The time came for the four
distance stood his mother and Lothair. happy people to move to their little
"At last, at last, O my darling Nathanael; now we have you again; now property. At noon they were going
you are cured of your grievous illness, now you are mine again." And Clara's through the streets. After making
words came from the depths of her heart; and she clasped him in her arms. several purchases they found that
The bright scalding tears streamed from his eyes, he was so overcome the lofty tower of the town-house
with mingled feelings of sorrow and delight; and he gasped forth, "My Clara, was throwing its giant shadows
my Clara!" Siegmund, who had staunchly stood by his friend in his hour of across the market-place. "Come,"
need, now came into the room. Nathanael gave him his hand--"My faithful said Clara, "let us go up to the top
brother, you have not deserted me." once more and have a look at the
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done. Both of them, Nathanael and Clara, went up the tower; their mother, how- Lothair ran down with his insensible sister in his arms. She was saved. But
ever, went on with the servant-girl to her new home, and Lothair, not feeling in- Nathanael ran round and round the gallery, leaping up in the air and shouting,
clined to climb up all the many steps, waited below. There the two lovers stood "Spin round, fire-wheel! Spin round, fire-wheel!" The people heard the wild
arm-in-arm on the topmost gallery of the tower, and gazed out into the sweet- shouting, and a crowd began to gather. In the midst of them towered the advo-
scented wooded landscape, beyond which the blue hills rose up like a giant's city. cate Coppelius, like a giant; he had only just arrived in the town, and had gone
"Oh! do look at that strange little grey bush, it looks as if it were actually straight to the market-place.
walking towards us," said Clara. Mechanically he put his hand into his side pocket; Some were going up to overpower and take charge of the madman, but
he found Coppola's perspective and looked for the bush; Clara stood in front of Coppelius laughed and said, "Ha! ha! wait a bit; he'll come down of his own ac-
the glass. Then a convulsive thrill shot through his pulse and veins; pale as a cord;" and he stood gazing upwards along with the rest.
corpse, he fixed his staring eyes upon her; but soon they began to roll, and a fiery All at once Nathanael stopped as if spell-bound; he bent down over the
current flashed and sparkled in them, and he yelled fearfully, like a hunted animal. railing, and perceived Coppelius. With a piercing scream, "Ha! Foine oyes! foine
Leaping up high in the air and laughing horribly at the same time, he be- oyes!" he leapt over. When Nathanael lay on the stone pavement with a broken
gan to shout, in a piercing voice, "Spin round, wooden doll! Spin round, wooden head, Coppelius had disappeared in the crush and confusion.

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doll!" With the strength of a giant he laid hold upon Clara and tried to hurl her everal years afterwards it was reported that, outside the door of a pretty
over, but in an agony of despair she clutched fast hold of the railing that went country house in a remote district, Clara had been seen sitting hand in
round the gallery. hand with a pleas-
Lothair heard the madman raging and Clara's scream of terror: a fearful ant gentleman,
presentiment flashed across his mind. He ran up the steps; the door of the se- whilst two bright boys
cond flight was locked. Clara's scream for help rang out more loudly. Mad with were playing at her feet.
rage and fear, he threw himself against the door, which at length gave way. From this it may be con-
Clara's cries were growing fainter and fainter,--"Help! save me! save me!" and her cluded that she eventually
voice died away in the air. found that quiet domestic
"She is killed--murdered by that madman," shouted Lothair. The door to happiness which her
the gallery was also locked. Despair gave him the strength of a giant; he burst the cheerful, blithesome char-
door off its hinges. Good God! there was Clara in the grasp of the madman Na- acter required, and which
thanael, hanging over the gallery in the air; she only held to the iron bar with one Nathanael, with his
hand. tempest-tossed soul, could
Quick as lightning, Lothair seized his sister and pulled her back, at the never have been able to
same time dealing the madman a blow in the face with his doubled fist, which give her.

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