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ON HUNTING
Also by Roger Scruton
from St. Augustine’s Press
Roger Scruton
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Preface xi
Prologue 1
Chapter One : Apologia pro Vita Sua 7
Chapter Two : Beginning 38
Chapter Thr ee: Intermezzo - The Philosophy of
Hunting 62
Chapter Fou r. Middle 80
Chapter Five·. End? 128
Epilogue 155
Preface
* After skinning and cleaning the fox, you should marinate it for
a day in brine, so as to remove the pungent aroma; then wash it
in running water for five minutes, joint it as you would a hare,
marinate again for six hours in red wine, with onion, garlic and
herbs, etc., and proceed as you would for jugged hare. Capers,
green peppercorns, diced bacon, mushrooms and juniper berries
are all welcome additions.
2 On Hunting
* So-called, they say, not for its colour, but because originally
provided by Mr Pink, tailor, of Jermyn Street. In fact the red
40 On Hunting
With all the woe in life, the fox turned back to the
wood - the wood in which the hounds, he knew, were
after him. And in the same work (perhaps the earliest
description of a fox-hunt in English), the poet
describes the thrilling voices of hounds, the moment
of triumph, and the great surge of love between
hound and huntsman that follows.
This love between man and dog is the heart of fox
hunting, and one of the reasons why hunting with
hounds has been so often on the tip of the poet’s
tongue, and so often exalted in paint or marble or
music. It is a refreshing love, based in realistic
perceptions and mutual utility, and culminating in a
common triumph. The love that people feel for their
pets may be real, but it is seldom realistic. It rarely
occurs to the suburban dog-lover that the ease with
which his pet’s affection is purchased is a sign of its
moral worthlessness. Fido’s wagging tail is misread
as an endorsement, a sign that Fido has peered into
his provider’s heart and been moved by the spectacle
of human kindness. The daily bowl of gravy-smeared
chunks is a reward for moral insight. As for the
creatures whose remnants lie in the bowl, the dog
lover has no qualms about their slaughter, so long as
Middle 85
Her horse was doing just that, since the hounds had
begun to speak. She was a Greek scholar, engaged in
post-doctoral research. My interest quickened. I
asked her what she studied. And yes, she even looked
like Phryne - saucy eyes, sensual lips, a laughing
haughty countenance.
‘I’m a papyrologist,’ she proudly answered.
A papyrologist! A thousand urgent questions
crowded into my mind. The papyrus about child
exposure, when would she date it? The one about
Lastheneia of Mantinea: is it genuine? The fragments
of the satyr play, have they been added to? But
Sidney was shouting ‘Tally-ho’, the hounds were
shooting through the brown sedge like silver bullets,
the stampede was on. Her old horse went flying to
the front of the field.
‘What is the Greek for “knickers”?’ I shouted after
her.
‘That I do/z’Zknow,’ she shouted back, but without
turning to me, since her horse was galloping towards
a hedge.
* Electra, 25—1.
Middle 119
Cut away the nether jaw, but meddle not with the
138 On Hunting
Bob said among the trumpets and the jeers ‘Ha ha!’
And then, snorting, with ears back, head down and
white blaze leading like a banner, he galloped into the
thick of the enemy. Within seconds they had scat
tered, the terrier-man saving himself, and the beetles
retreating behind a tree-stump, appalled at the
arbitrary violence inflicted on them, and indignantly
invoking the law.
Such scenes are by no means uncommon. Nothing
else in the post-modern world seems to awaken the
old revolutionary fervour - the ‘compassionating
End? 151
His life, with hunting deleted from it, was like the
life of Napoleon on St Helena, an exile from his
very self, and a fall towards madness.
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