Geitekillingen som kunne telle til ti

Da jeg gikk i barnehagen, leste jeg om geitekillingen som kunne telle til ti. Fra da og helt til nå, mer enn 20 år senere, har jeg lurt på hva det egentlig hjalp at killingen kunne telle. De var jo bare ti dyr som trengte å være med i båten uansett, og det ville ikke gjøre noen forskjell om de ble telt.

Nå har jeg gjort litt research (dvs. lest historien en gang til), og funnet ut at poenget var at hanen ble redd for at båten skulle synke når de kom ut på dypet, men ble beroliget av at geitekillingen kunne telle at de ikke var for mange i båten.

Noen av mine lesere vil nå påstå at jeg er utrolig treg som ikke har forstått det før nå, men jeg mener fremdeles det er noe galt med hele eventyret. Jeg mener hanen var en utrolig dum skipper og langt i fra noen Arkimedes. Han mente at båten bare hadde plass til ti passasjerer, enten de var kyr eller katter. Og enda verre: han skjønte ikke at når båten først klarte å bære alle ombord uten å synke, ville den fortsette med det selv om vannet ble dypere.

Det sier litt om hvor enkelt det er å skrive barnebøker. Her snakker vi om en bok med et syltynt plot, som selv en seksåring kan gjennnomskue, om en hane som må ha fått skippersertifikatet sitt sammen med Røkke, og likevel har Prøysen altså skrevet en klassiker.

G. K. Chesterton om hjemmet

Jeg har ved et lykketreff kommet over dette lille stykket fra 1929. Også da var det noen som kjempet en kamp for å opprettholde familien som samfunnets viktigste institusjon. Jeg synes G.K. Chesterton overgår Djupedal. Jeg burde kanskje ha plukket ut noen godbiter fra stykket istedet for å legge ut hele, men det har jeg ikke tid til nå. Startsperren har gjort min bil til en ustabil, og jeg må dra til jernbanen og se om den virker igjen, eventuelt skaffe meg skyss til Sara Jensens fødselsdagsselskap (gratulerer!).

THE DRIFT FROM DOMESTICITY

IN the matter of reforming things, as distinct from deforming them, there is one plain and simple principle; a principle which will probably be called a paradox. There exists in such a case a certain institution or law; let us say for the sake of simplicity, a fence or gate erected across a road. The more mod-ern type of reformer goes gaily up to it and says, "I don't see the use of this; let us clear it away."

To which the more intelligent type of reformer will do well to answer:

"If you don't see the use of it, I certainly won't let you clear it away. Go away and think. Then, when you can come back and tell me that you do see the use of it, I may allow you to destroy it."

This paradox rests on the most elementary common sense. The gate or fence did not grow there. It was not set up by somnambulists who built it in their sleep. It is highly improbable that it was put there by escaped lunatics who were for some reason loose in the street. Some person had some rea-son for thinking it would be a good thing for somebody. And until we know what the reason was, we really cannot judge whether the reason was reason-able. It is extremely probable that we have overlooked some whole aspect of the question, if something set up by human beings like ourselves seems to be entirely meaningless and mysterious. There are reformers who get over this difficulty by assuming that all their fathers were fools; but if that be so, we can only say that folly appears to be a hereditary disease. But the truth is that no-body has any business to destroy a social institution until he has really seen it as an historical institution. If he knows how it arose, and what purposes it was supposed to serve, he may really be able to say that they were bad purposes, or that they have since become bad purposes, or that they are purposes which are no longer served. But if he simply stares at the thing as a sense-less monstrosity that has somehow sprung up in his path, it is he and not the traditionalist who is suffering from an illusion. We might even say that he is seeing things in a nightmare. This principle applies to a thousand things, to trifles as well as true institutions, to convention as well as to conviction. It was exactly the sort of person, like Joan of Arc, who did know why women wore skirts, who was most justified in not wearing one; it was exactly the sort of person, like St. Francis, who did sympathise with the feast and the fireside, who was most entitled to become a beggar on the open road. And when, in the general emancipation of modern society, the Duchess says she does not see why she shouldn't play leapfrog, or the Dean declares that he sees no valid canonical reason why he should not stand on his head, we may say to these persons with patient benevolence:

"Defer, therefore, the operation you contemplate until you have realised by ripe reflection what principle or prejudice you are violating. Then play leapfrog and stand on your head and the Lord be with you."

Among the traditions that are being thus attacked, not intelligently but most unintelligently, is the fundamental human creation called the Household or the Home. That is a typical thing which men attack, not because they can see through it, but because they cannot see it at all. They beat at it blindly, in a fashion entirely haphazard and opportunist; and many of them would pull it down without even pausing to ask why it was ever put up. It is true that only a few of them would have avowed this object in so many words. That only proves how very blind and blundering they are. But they have fallen into a habit of mere drift and gradual detachment from family life; something that is often merely accidental and devoid of any definite theory at all. But though it is accidental it is none the less anarchical.

And it is all the more anarchical for not being anarchist. It seems to be largely founded on individual irritation; an irritation which varies with the individual. We are merely told that in this or that case a particular temperament was tor-mented by a particular environment; but nobody even explained how the evil arose, let alone whether the evil is really escaped. We are told that in this or that family Grandmamma talked a great deal of nonsense, which God knows is true; or that it is very difficult to have intimate intellectual relations with Un-cle Gregory without telling him he is a fool, which is indeed the case. But no-body seriously considers the remedy, or even the malady; or whether the ex-isting individualistic dissolution is a remedy at all. Much of this business be-gan with the influence of Ibsen, a very powerful dramatist and an exceedingly feeble philosopher. I suppose that Nora of THE DOLL'S HOUSE was in-tended to be an inconsequent person; but certainly her most inconsequent action was her last. She complained that she was not yet fit to look after chil-dren, and then proceeded to get as far as possible from the children, that she might study them more closely.

There is one simple test and type of this neglect of scientific thinking and the sense of a social rule; the neglect which has now left us with nothing but a welter of exceptions. I have read hundreds and thousands of times, in all the novels and newspapers of our epoch, certain phrases about the just right of the young to liberty, about the unjust claim of the elders to control, about the conception that all souls must be free or all citizens equal, about the absurdity of authority or the degradation of obedience. I am not arguing those matters directly at the moment. But what strikes me as astounding, in a logical sense, is that not one of these myriad novelists and newspaper-men ever seems to think of asking the next and most obvious question. It never seems to occur to them to enquire what becomes of the opposite obligation. If the child is free from the first to disregard the parent, why is not the parent free from the first to disregard the child? If Mr. Jones, Senior, and Mr. Jones, Junior, are only two free and equal citizens, why should one citizen sponge on another citizen for the first fifteen years of his life? Why should the elder Mr. Jones be ex-pected to feed, clothe and shelter out of his own pocket another person who is entirely free of any obligations to him? If the bright young thing cannot be asked to tolerate her grandmother, who has become something of a bore, why should the grandmother or the mother have tolerated the bright young thing at a period of her life when she was by no means bright? Why did they laboriously look after her at a time when her contributions to the conversation were seldom epigrammatic and not often intelligible? Why should Jones Sen-ior stand drinks and free meals to anybody so unpleasant as Jones Junior, especially in the immature phases of his existence? Why should he not throw the baby out of the window; or at any rate, kick the boy out of doors? It is ob-vious that we are dealing with a real relation, which may be equality, but is certainly not similarity.

Some social reformers try to evade this difficulty, I know, by some vague no-tions about the State or an abstraction called Education eliminating the paren-tal function. But this, like many notions of solid scientific persons, is a wild il-lusion of the nature of mere moonshine. It is based on that strange new su-perstition, the idea of infinite resources of organisation. It is as if officials grew like grass or bred like rabbits. There is supposed to be an endless supply of salaried persons, and of salaries for them; and they are to undertake all that human beings naturally do for themselves; including the care of children. But men cannot live by taking in each other's baby-linen. They cannot provide a tutor for each citizen; who is to tutor the tutors? Men cannot be educated by machinery; and though there might be a Robot bricklayer or scavenger, there will never be a Robot schoolmaster or governess. The actual effect of this theory is that one harassed person has to look after a hundred children, in-stead of one normal person looking after a normal number of them. Normally that normal person is urged by a natural force, which costs nothing and does not require a salary; the force of natural affection for his young, which exists even among the animals. If you cut off that natural force, and substitute a paid bureaucracy, you are like a fool who should pay men to turn the wheel of his mill, because he refused to use wind or water which he could get for noth-ing. You are like a lunatic who should carefully water his garden with a water-ing-can, while holding up an umbrella to keep off the rain.

It is now necessary to recite these truisms; for only by doing so can we begin to get a glimpse of that REASON for the existence of the family, which I be-gan this essay by demanding. They were all familiar to our fathers, who be-lieved in the links of kinship and also in the links of logic. To-day our logic consists mostly of missing links; and our family largely of absent members. But, anyhow, this is the right end at which to begin any such enquiry; and not at the tail-end or the fag-end of some private muddle, by which Dick has be-come discontented or Susan has gone off on her own. If Dick or Susan wish to destroy the family because they do not see the use of it, I say as I said in the beginning; if they do not see the use of it, they had much better preserve it. They have no business even to think of destroying it until they have seen the use of it.

But it has other uses, besides the obvious fact that it means a necessary so-cial work being done for love when it cannot be done for money; and (one might almost dare to hint) presumably to be repaid with love since it is never repaid in money. On that simple side of the matter the general situation is easy to record.

The existing and general system of society, subject in our own age and industrial culture to very gross abuses and painful problems, is nevertheless a normal one. It is the idea that the commonwealth is made up of a number of small kingdoms, of which a man and a woman be-come the king and queen and in which they exercise a reasonable authority, subject to the common sense of the commonwealth, until those under their care grow up to found similar kingdoms and exercise similar authority. This is the social structure of mankind, far older than all its records and more universal than any of its religions; and all attempts to alter it are mere talk and tomfoolery.

But the other advantage of the small group is now not so much neglected as simply not realised. Here again we have some extraordinary delusions spread all over the literature and journalism of our time. Those delusions now exist in such a degree that we may say, for all practical purposes, that when a thing has been stated about a thousand times as obviously true, it is almost certain to be obviously false. One such statement may be specially noted here. There is undoubtedly something to be said against domesticity and in favour of the general drift towards life in hotels, clubs, colleges, communal settlements and the rest; or for a social life organised on the plan of the great commercial systems of our time. But the truly extraordinary suggestion is of-ten made that this escape from the home is an escape into greater freedom. The change is actually offered as favourable to liberty.

To anybody who can think, of course, it is exactly the opposite.

The domestic division of human society is not perfect, being human. It does not achieve complete liberty; a thing somewhat difficult to do or even to de-fine. But it is a mere matter of arithmetic that it puts a larger number of people in supreme control of something, and able to shape it to their personal liking, than do the vast organisations that rule society outside; whether those sys-tems are legal or commercial or even merely social. Even if we were only considering the parents, it is plain that there are more parents than there are policemen or politicians or heads of big businesses or proprietors of hotels. As I shall suggest in a moment, the argument actually applies indirectly to the children as well as directly to the parents. But the main point is that the world OUTSIDE the home is now under a rigid discipline and routine and it is only inside the home that there is really a place for individuality and liberty. Any-one stepping out of the front-door is obliged to step into a procession, all go-ing the same way and to a great extent even obliged to wear the same uni-form. Business, especially big business, is now organised like an army. It is, as some would say, a sort of mild militarism without bloodshed; as I should say, a militarism without the military virtues. But anyhow, it is obvious that a hundred clerks in a bank or a hundred waitresses in a teashop are more regimented and under rule than the same individuals when each has gone back to his or her own dwelling or lodging, hung with his or her favourite pic-tures or fragrant with his or her favourite cheap cigarettes. But this, which is so obvious in the commercial case, is no less true even in the social case. In practice, the pursuit of pleasure is merely the pursuit of fashion. The pursuit of fashion is merely the pursuit of convention; only that it happens to be a new convention. The jazz dances, the joy rides, the big pleasure parties and hotel entertainments, do not make any more provision for a REALLY independent taste than did any of the fashions of the past. If a wealthy young lady wants to do what all the other wealthy young ladies are doing, she will find it great fun, simply because youth is fun and society is fun. She will enjoy being modern exactly as her Victorian grandmother enjoyed being Victorian. And quite right too; but it is the enjoyment of convention, not the enjoyment of lib-erty. It is perfectly healthy for all young people of all historic periods to herd together, to a reasonable extent, and enthusiastically copy each other. But in that there is nothing particularly fresh and certainly nothing particularly free. The girl who likes shaving her head and powdering her nose and wearing short skirts will find the world organised for her and will march happily with the procession. But a girl who happened to like having her hair down to her heels or loading herself with barbaric gauds and trailing garments or (most awful of all) leaving her nose in its natural state- she will still be well advised to do these things on her own premises. If the Duchess does want to play leap frog, she must not start suddenly leaping in the manner of a frog across the ballroom of the Babylon Hotel, when it is crowded with the fifty best couples professionally practising the very latest dance, for the instruction of society. The Duchess will find it easier to practise leap frog to the admiration of her intimate friends in the old oak-panelled hall of Fitzdragon Castle. If the Dean must stand on his head, he will do it with more ease and grace in the calm atmosphere of the Deanery than by attempting to interrupt the programme of some social entertainment already organised for philanthropic purposes.

If there is this impersonal routine in commercial and even in social things, it goes without saying that it exists and always must exist in political and legal things. For instance, the punishments of the State must be sweeping gener-alisations. It is only the punishments of the home that can possibly be adapted to the individual case; because it is only there that the judge can know anything of the individual. If Tommy takes a silver thimble out of a work-basket, his mother may act very differently according as she knows that he did it for fun or for spite or to sell to somebody, or to get somebody into trou-ble. But if Tomkins takes a silver thimble out of a shop, the law not only can but must punish him according to the rule made for all shoplifters or stealers of silver. It is only the domestic discipline that can show any sympathy or es-pecially any humour. I do not say that the family always does do this; but I say that the State never ought to attempt it. So that even if we consider the parents alone as independent princes, and the children merely as subjects, the relative freedom of the family can and often does work to the advantage of those subjects. But so long as the children are children, they will always be the subjects of somebody. The question is whether they are to be distributed naturally under their natural princes, as the old phrase went, who normally feel for them what nobody else will feel, a natural affection. It seems to me clear that this normal distribution gives the largest amount of liberty to the largest number of people.

My complaint of the anti-domestic drift is that it is unintelligent. People do not know what they are doing; because they do not know what they are undoing. There are a multitude of modern manifestations, from the largest to the small-est, ranging from a divorce to a picnic party. But each is a separate escape or evasion; and especially an evasion of the point at issue. People ought to de-cide in a philosophical fashion whether they desire the traditional social order or not; or if there is any particular alternative to be desired. As it is they treat the public question merely as a mess or medley of private questions. Even in being anti-domestic they are much too domestic in their test of domesticity. Each family considers only its own case and the result is merely narrow and negative. Each case is an exception to a rule that does not exist. The family, especially in the modern state, stands in need of considerable correction and reconstruction; most things do in the modern state. But the family mansion should be preserved or destroyed or rebuilt; it should not be allowed to fall to pieces brick by brick because nobody has any historic sense of the object of bricklaying. For instance, the architects of the restoration should rebuild the house with wide and easily opened doors, for the practice of the ancient virtue of hospitality. In other words, private property should be distributed with suffi-ciently decent equality to allow of a margin for festive intercourse. But the hospitality of a house will always be different from the hospitality of a hotel. And it will be different in being more individual, more independent, more inter-esting than the hospitality of a hotel. It is perfectly right that the young Browns and the young Robinsons should meet and mix and dance and make asses of themselves, according to the design of their Creator. But there will always be some difference between the Browns entertaining the Robinsons and the Robinsons entertaining the Browns. And it will be a difference to the advan-tage of variety, of personality, of the potentialities of the mind of man; or, in other words, of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

Kur for høstdepresjon

Panexa hjelper mot stort sett alt, med stort sett ubetydelige bivirkninger.

SV.

Krever bordbønn-stopp: "Kunnskapsministeren er krystallklar på at bordbønn ikke skal skje i regi av en offentlig skole.

- Norsk skole skal ikke være forkynnende. Den skal være inkluderende. Bordbønn er ikke i tråd med hvordan norsk skole skal være, konstaterer Djupedal."

Jeg må si jeg savner KrF i regjering.

Den som har ører han høre!

Den som har ører, han høre!

Noe er galt med ærodynamikken i mitt venstre øre. Når jeg sykler, kan det pipe og hvine som de gamle Volvoene gjorde, og i morges, like før Floa, laget det til overmål forskjellige toner. Det ønsker jeg ikke å finne meg i, for det har aldri vært* meningen at øret skal lage sine egne lyder!

*) Den oppmerksomme leser merker sikkert det helt umotiverte og utilsiktede ordspillet, ”Harald riv ert”.

Mørkt

Usj. Klokken er ikke mer enn halv fem, og det er allerede mørkt ute. Om kort tid vil alt dagslys komme mens jeg sitter på kontoret, bortsett fra i helgene hvor det vil komme fra bak et skylag mens jeg prøver å innhente ukens tapte søvn. Jeg tror jeg skal gå i dvale.

La meg i anledning årstiden resitere et dikt av Karsten Isachsen (antagelig):

Det er høst, det er trist uten trøst,
like trøstesløst høsttrist som sist høst.
Og om en stakket frist blir det tele og frost
og ingen taletrost å søke trøst hos,
og min egen røst blir til rustent høsthost.

Oppdatering: I farten hadde jeg feilsitert diktet noe. Nå er det riktigere (mer pessimistisk og morsommere).

Slisom dame

Da jeg gikk til kontoret i dag morges, havnet jeg et par meter bak en dame som gikk omtrent like fort som jeg. Siden jeg vanligvis går ganske fort, passerer jeg som regel folk hvis jeg kommer såpass nærme, men ikke idag. Vi holdt samme hastighet, og det har jeg tvangstanker mot. Enda verre var det at da jeg etter en stund slakket av for at hun skulle gå fra meg, så satte hun hastigheten ned også. Utrolig slitsomt.



(Å dytte henne ut i Iddefjorden ville være å overreagere, så jeg økte farten igjen og gikk forbi henne.)

Den digitale familie

William Gibson har sagt "Fremtiden er nå", og det er allerede noen år siden. Fremtiden er ihvertfall over oss, og det er et klart endetidstegn at:

far skal lenke til sønn og sønn til far, mor til datter og datter til mor, svigermor til svigerdatter og svigerdatter til svigermor

Min bror Lars har opprettet en blogg, Utlending i verden, og min fetter Simon har også meldt seg inn i klubben.

Isak Lund

I dag har jeg vært en tur innom Cathrine og Erik Lund og hilst på deres 1 måned gamle sønn, Isak. Han skal ha skryt for å være en utrolig sympatisk kar. Det er ikke mange barn på den alderen som har ligget så lenge på fanget mitt uten å bli misfornøyd.

Forresten har jeg hatt en drøm om familien Lund som jeg syntes var direkte pinlig da jeg våknet. Nå har jeg imidlertid fortalt den til dem, så nå er det bare morsomt.

Jeg drømte at jeg var hjemme på Selbak, og Cathrine og Erik kom innom for å vise frem sin førstefødte. Da jeg tittet inn i bilen deres, ble jeg aller først overrasket over at de hadde fått seg to pyreneerhunder. I et barnesete foran i bilen lå Isak, og da jeg kom nærmere, ble jeg enda mer overrasket over å se at han var en valp.

"Så søt han er," sa jeg og lot som ingenting. Men jeg var egentlig pinlig berørt og turte ikke spørre om hvordan det kunne ha seg at Cathrine hadde født en hund.

Flere rare drømmer i tegneserieform finnes hos Slow Wave.