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Grove Press
Grove Press
Grove Press

Here on Earth

A Natural History of the Planet

by Tim Flannery

Here on Earth is a remarkably accessible and dramatic narrative about the history of our planet and the evolution of our species, written by Tim Flannery, one of the world’s leading writer-scientists and an internationally acclaimed explorer and environmentalist.

  • Imprint Grove Paperback
  • Page Count 336
  • Publication Date April 10, 2012
  • ISBN-13 978-0-8021-4586-4
  • Dimensions 5.5" x 8.25"
  • US List Price $16.00
  • Imprint Grove Paperback
  • Publication Date April 10, 2011
  • ISBN-13 978-0-8021-9560-9
  • US List Price $16.00

About The Book

Credited with discovering more species than Darwin, praised for his “ability to take complex ideas and—seemingly effortlessly—make them accessible” (Sydney Morning Herald), Tim Flannery is one of the world’s most influential scientists and a best-selling author. In his newest book, Here on Earth—an immediate Australian best seller—he has written a captivating and dramatic narrative about the origins of life and the history of our planet.

Beginning at the moment of creation with the Big Bang, Here on Earth explores the evolution of Earth from a galactic cloud of dust and gas to a planet with a metallic core and early signs of life within a billion years of being created. In a compelling narrative, Flannery describes the formation of the Earth’s crust and atmosphere, as well as the transformation of the planet’s oceans from toxic brews of metals (such as iron, copper, and lead) to life-sustaining bodies covering 70 percent of the planet’s surface. Life, Flannery shows, first appeared in these oceans in the form of microscopic plants and bacteria, and these metals served as catalysts for the earliest biological processes known to exist.

From this starting point, Flannery tells the fascinating story of the evolution of our own species, exploring several early human species—from the diminutive creatures (the famed hobbits) who lived in Africa around two million years ago to Homo erectus—before turning his attention to Homo sapiens, who first started leaving Africa some fifty thousand years ago. Drawing on Charles Darwin’s and Alfred Russell Wallace’s theories of evolution and Lovelock’s Gaia hypothesis, Tim Flannery’s Here on Earth is a dazzling account of life on our planet.

Praise

“Suppose you want to be well informed, but you’re busy and don’t have the time to read lots of books. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if there were one delightfully written book that told you everything you’d like to know about humans, the Earth, sex, sperm counts, war, our future, and hundreds of other subjects? Here it is. You’ll discover why Tim Flannery’s books have made him the rock star of modern science.” —Jared Diamond, Pulitzer prize-winning author of Guns, Germs and Steel

Here on Earth is confident, clarion—a tocsin, indeed—both intellectually bracing and lanky in reach, full of answer-and-call and polymath in its enthusiasms. It’s got a rush. I was mightily impressed.” —Edward Hoagland, author of Sex and the River Styx

“A lyrical, informed investigation into the human as ecological agent, and a provocation to act responsibly.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

“Earth could use a biography. Tim Flannery has delivered a provocative one in time for Earth Day . . .The spirited argument on behalf of man and planet contained in Here on Earth constitutes what should be called the Tim Flannery meme: informed optimism about our ability to save ourselves.” —Los Angeles Times

“Flannery’s storytelling style of narrative and his razor-sharp observations and expansive knowledge of the subject enliven the material.” —Library Journal

“It’s uplifting reading . . . the book ranges far and wide . . . an enjoyable book.” —Georgia Claire, Overland

“The planet can be stable and productive if the human inhabitants learn to live in harmony, not conflict. If ideas of cooperation, altruism and love of all things are revived, no one need despair.” —Stuart Rees, National Times

“In dangerous times—which every branch of the biological field sciences believes we’re living in—your prayer is for a modulated, informed voice, someone with a sense of compassion for the world and legitimate reasons to be hopeful. You get all this and more with Tim Flannery in Here on Earth. He takes the politics and rancor out of the discussion we must have about our fate.” —Barry Lopez, author of Arctic Dreams

“Answers to virtually everything—from the formation of our planet, to the evolutionary progress of human beings, to our complex interactions multi-dimensional relationships with every form of life imaginable (many now extinct)—is assessed in Tim Flannery’s fantastic new book, Here on Earth: A Natural History of the Planet. Flannery covers a lot of ground, touching on everything from the importance of geo-pheromones (note: important!) to a contemplation of super-organisms (hint: that’s us) to lonely giants, backward-walking cats and politically-minded monkeys. Not only is this book fascinating, but better still it’s optimistic, balancing man’s destructive capabilities against the often overlooked fact that humans are also enormously resourceful, cooperative and inventive. Flannery makes a case—with compassion, common sense and uncommon wisdom—that if any species is capable of saving the planet from destruction, it’s us.” —TORO Magazine

Here On Earth is a large book with large ideas. But beyond its scientific prowess and clarity on our species’ evolutionary history, Tim Flannery has created a love story about the nature of life. He asks the crucial question at this moment in time, ‘What is our responsibility to our eroding future?’ His projection is not apocalyptic, but filled with the promise of our own fidelity to survival, not survival of the fittest, but the survival of communal concern. An emerging consciousness rooted in empathy can change the course we are on from destruction to transformation, creating a global movement toward restorative habitation. This is a deeply spiritual inquiry into the mind of evolution and what it means to be human in an increasingly inhuman world. Here On Earth allows us to believe we can move through this transitionary time with grace and a heightened intelligence toward Other.” —Terry Tempest Williams, author of Finding Beauty in a Broken World

“[Tim Flannery] has a rare gift for communicating complex environmental issues in a way that makes them immediately understandable and compelling for the general public. His broad vision of evolution and its relevance to today’s world has made him one of this generation’s most influential thinkers, writers and speakers on environmental topics ranging from wildlife conservation to climate change.” —Philadelphia’s Academy of Natural Science president George Cephart, on awarding Flannery the prestegious Joseph Leidy Award

“Tim Flannery’s new book Here on Earth is a high watermark in popular science writing and an impressive feat of science salesmanship. It would take a hard, uncomprehending heart to come away from this book without enriched sympathy for the natural world.” —Sydney Morning Herald

Here on Earth . . . is a history of the planet that asks: Are humans constituted by natural selection to be so selfish and greedy that we’re doomed to catastrophe? . . . Here a thoughtful and literate scientist is prompted by the climate crisis to cast his zoological eye on the history of our species and to speculate on its evolutionary trajectory.” —The Australian Literary Review

“Flannery is not merely a scientist, he is also an entertainer. . . . He deploys fantastic imagery and eye-popping factoids with aplomb, while condensing great volumes of hard science into his text . . . [bringing] to the most arcane topics an infectious enthusiasm coupled with a real talent for narrative and explanation.” —The Weekend Australian

“His most ambitious book so far . . . a twin biography, of humanity and the planet it inhabits, but that description is inadequate. Mr Flannery’s subject is the likely fate of humankind, and whether the powers granted to modern civilisation by science and technology will prove to be its downfall or its salvation . . . worth reading.” —The Economist

“[A] wonderful book . . . a letter from perhaps the world’s most thoughtful, and certainly most eloquent, environment scientist on how we as a species might survive as chief stewards of planet Earth . . . Here on Earth is a must for optimists and pessimists alike.” —The New Scientist (UK)

“Flannery’s writing never fails to please. His authorial voice is always engaging, and he has an eye for memorable details that help ordinary readers make models in their minds of how nature works.” —The Observer (UK)

“Flannery is a renaissance man—historical ecologist, palaeontologist, zoologist, explorer . . . In example after example, [he] shows how people all over the planet have failed to think ahead, and have carelessly and greedily used up plentiful natural resources until they are gone.” —The Guardian (UK)

“[W]e need a paradigm shift, away not from Darwin but from the crude extrapolation of his ideas. Flannery excellently and entertainingly explains the science that is needed to achieve this. Here on Earth deserves to be widely read, and it will be good for the world if it is.” —The Independent (UK)

“[Flannery] brings together planetary history, evolutionary biology, his own practical experience and some sinister as well as encouraging thoughts for the future. His book is a triumph of interdisciplinarity.” —The Financial Times (UK)

Awards

Kirkus Reviews (Best Nonfiction Books of 2011)

Excerpt

Chapter 1
Evolution’s Motive Force

There is nothing conscious about life’s lethal activities. —Peter Ward, 2009

Whatever each day held, Charles Darwin tried to set aside time for a stroll around a “sand walk” near his home, Down House, in Kent. Tradition has it that the sand walk was his thinking space—the place where he sharpened his evolutionary theory, as well as the sentences that would so elegantly carry it into print. Consequently, the walk is regarded with reverence by many scientists, and when I made my first pilgrimage to Down House in October 2009 it was this place above all that I wished to see. After paying my respects to the great man’s office and drawing room, I followed the signs to the walk. It’s a little removed from the house and its enclosed gardens, and entering it one feels instantly transported from the ordered human world into the wider world of nature.

The walk consists of an oval-shaped path around a forest of hazel, privet and dogwood planted by Darwin himself.

I was surprised to discover that despite its name there is no sand on it, nor has there ever been. Instead, it is surfaced with flints, which Darwin’s son Francis remembered his father kicking from the path as a means of keeping count of the number of circuits he’d completed. The forest is now tall and venerable, and as I strolled I found myself pondering the thoughts that might possess a man as he walked repeatedly—almost compulsively—on a course as regular as a racetrack, through what must then have been saplings. While we can’t know what occupied Darwin on the sand walk, there are hints in notes left by his children. As they grew up they took to playing in the walk, and often distracted and delighted their father with their games. To a man immersed in complex reasoning, such disturbances would surely be resented, so perhaps complex theories or elegant sentences weren’t the things that occupied him after all.

It’s my guess that during this repetitious physical activity Darwin was mentally fingering his worry beads—and looming large among his concerns were the implications of the theory he is now famous for. Known today as evolution by natural selection, it explains how species, including our own, are created. Natural selection, Darwin understood from his studies, is an unspeakably cruel and amoral process. He came to realise that he must eventually tell the world that we are spawned not from godly love, but evolutionary barbarity. What would the social implications be? As his discovery became widely understood, would faith, hope and charity perish? Would England’s early industrial society, already barbaric enough, become a place where only the fittest survived, and where the survivors believed this was the natural order? Might his innocent-sounding theory turn people into cold-blooded survival machines?

Charles Robert Darwin was born in 1809 in Shropshire, the son of a wealthy society doctor. Baptised into the Anglican Church, he was expected to follow his father into medicine. But the cruelty of surgery in the pre-anaesthetic era horrified him, so he quit his studies in favour of training as an Anglican parson, and in 1828 he enrolled in a Bachelor of Arts degree at Cambridge. This was the necessary prerequisite for a specialised course in divinity, and in his finals he excelled in theology, while barely scraping through in mathematics, physics and the classics. Darwin’s plans for a life of bucolic vicardom, however, were deferred when, in August 1831, he heard that a naturalist was needed for a two-year voyage to Tierra del Fuego and the East Indies aboard the survey ship Beagle.

Although his father initially opposed the venture, Charles won him over and was accepted as a self-funded gentleman naturalist on the voyage. His most important duty, from the navy’s perspective, was to provide Captain Robert Fitzroy—a man of rather melancholy temperament—with companionship. The voyage would stretch to five years, taking Darwin round the globe and exposing him to the extraordinary biodiversity and geology of South America, Australia and many islands. It was in the Galápagos archipelago that Darwin collected what would become vital evidence for his theory—species of birds and reptiles that had evolved on, and were unique to, specific islands. For any young man such a voyage would be formative, but for Darwin it was world-changing. He later said that “the voyage of the Beagle has been by far the most important event in my life and has determined my whole career.”

The experience led Darwin to reject religion. He later described how he had struggled to hold onto his faith, even as exposure to other cultures and the wider world made it less and less plausible:

I was very unwilling to give up my belief; I feel sure of this, for I can well remember often and often inventing day-dreams of old letters between distinguished Romans, and manuscripts being discovered at Pompeii or elsewhere, which confirmed in the most striking manner all that was written in the Gospels. But I found it more and more difficult, with free scope given to my imagination, to invent evidence which would suffice to convince me. Thus disbelief crept over me at very slow rate, but was at last complete.

Upon returning to England in 1836, Darwin was accepted immediately into the bosom of the Victorian scientific establishment, and he commenced working up his Beagle discoveries. In 1842, aged thirty-two, he purchased Down House and there embarked upon a long career as an independent, and independently wealthy, scientist. The property provided for all Darwin’s needs, serving as both a laboratory and a family home. Relatively modest in size, Down House must have been alive with the sounds of Charles and Emma Darwin’s seven surviving children, and at times it must have seemed crowded. There is nonetheless an orderliness to the house and grounds that marks them as laboratories, in which Darwin pursued every conceivable ramification of the theory of evolution by natural selection, from the pollination of orchids to the origins of facial expressions.

Such a life is for the scientist a kind of Nirvana, but Darwin’s lot was not entirely a happy one. Soon after returning from the Beagle voyage he fell ill, and for the rest of his life was plagued with symptoms, including heart palpitations, muscle spasms and nausea, that increased as he anticipated social occasions. Down House became his refuge, its solitude sustaining him through years of relentless work, illness and psychological stress until his death in 1882. I have little doubt that his illness was partly psychological, and exacerbated by what he believed to be the moral implications of his theory—a theory he largely kept to himself for twenty years. Darwin had realised that new species arose by natural selection as early as 1838, but he didn’t publish until 1858. “It is like confessing a murder,” he confided to a fellow scientist when explaining his evolutionary ideas in a letter.

Down House is central to Darwin and the development of his theory, and to understand that extraordinary place one can do no better than to read Darwin’s study of earthworms. We might have earthworms in our gardens and compost bins, but few of us take the time to investigate them. For Darwin, however, they held a lifelong fascination. In many ways his worm monograph, which was his last book, is his most remarkable, documenting as it does experiments that ran continuously for almost three decades. Some of the worms lived in flowerpots, which were often kept inside Down House, and they seem to have become family pets. Certainly their individual personalities were appreciated, Darwin noting that some were timid and others brave, some neat and tidy while others were slovenly.

Eventually the entire Darwin family became involved in the worm experiments. I can picture Charles, surrounded by his children, playing the bassoon or piano to the worms in order to investigate their sense of hearing (they turned out to be entirely deaf), and testing their sense of smell (also alas rudimentary) by chewing tobacco and breathing on them, or introducing perfume into their pots. When Darwin realised that his worms disliked contact with cold, damp earth, he provided them with leaves with which to line their burrows, in the process discovering that they are expert practitioners of geometry (and indeed origami), for in order to drag and fold leaves efficiently, he noted, they must ascertain the shape of the leaf and grasp it appropriately. Darwin also provided his worms with glass beads, which they used to decorate their burrows in very pretty patterns. But, most importantly, he learned that worms profited from their experience, and that they were apt to be distracted from tasks by various stimuli he presented; and this, he believed, pointed to a surprising intelligence.

The sagacity and morality of worms were subjects Darwin never tired of. He concluded that wasps, and even fish such as pike, were far behind worms in their intelligence and ability to learn. Such conclusions, he said, “will strike every one as very improbable,” but:

It may be well to remember how perfect the sense of touch becomes in a man when born blind and deaf, as are worms. If worms have the power of acquiring some notion, however rude, of the shape of an object and of their burrows, as seems to be the case, they deserve to be called intelligent, for they then act in nearly the same manner as would a man under similar circumstances.

The worm monograph is also important in another way. In it Darwin came as close as he ever would to a sense of how Earth as a whole works. He had brushed against this subject in one of his early scientific papers that dealt with atmospheric dust he had collected while on the Beagle. Darwin thought that it was from the Sahara and was headed to South America, where the many spores and other living things included in it might perhaps find a new home. He never expanded his study into a theory of how dust might affect Earth overall, unlike more holistic thinkers we shall soon encounter who saw in dust important clues as to how life influences our atmosphere and climate. Darwin waited over half a lifetime before approaching what today is called Earth systems science—the holistic study of how our planet works—and, when he did so, it was through the lens provided by worms.

Darwin described how worms occur in great density over much of England, and how they emerge in their countless thousands in the darkest hours, their tails firmly hooked in their burrow entrances, to feel about for leaves, dead animals and other detritus which they drag into their burrows. Through their digging and recycling they enrich pastures and fields, and so enhance food production, thereby laying the foundation for English society. And in the process they slowly bury and preserve relics of an England long past. Darwin examined entire Roman villas buried by worms, along with ancient abbeys, monuments and stones, all of which would have been destroyed had they remained at the surface; and he accurately estimated the rate at which this process occurs: about half a centimetre per year.

Darwin’s monograph on worms reveals much of the man’s temperament, and of his particular sense of humour. But it also highlights his strengths as a scientist—an ordered mind and immense patience. But patience can be a weakness too, and in the end it almost robbed Darwin of his future fame, for his dilatory approach to publishing the theory saw him nearly trumped by a man twenty years his junior, an unknown naturalist working in far-off Indonesia named Alfred Russel Wallace.

On 18 June 1858, Darwin received a letter from Wallace outlining a theory that described the way in which new species come into existence, and asking Darwin to transmit the manuscript to Charles Lyell, one of England’s most eminent scientists, for publication. Darwin was devastated. “I never saw a more striking co-incidence. If Wallace had my MS sketch written out in 1842 he could not have made a better short abstract,” wailed Darwin to his friend Lyell. Only quick footwork by Lyell and another of Darwin’s friends, the botanist Joseph Hooker, allowed Darwin’s “sketch” of 1842 and Wallace’s paper to be published simultaneously by the Linnean Society of London on 1 July 1858.

As it was, neither Darwin’s nor Wallace’s paper attracted much immediate attention. In summarising the research published in the society’s journal that year, President Thomas Bell was rather complimentary of the amount of botanical work completed, but lamented that the year “had not, indeed, been marked by any of those striking discoveries which at once revolutionise, so to speak, the department of science on which they bear.” To make an impression on the public, clearly something more was needed, and this Darwin produced the following year. On 24 November 1859 his book On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life was published. It was an instant success, forever securing Darwin’s supremacy as the great evolutionist.

Despite being largely ignored, Darwin’s first effort at introducing his idea got to the heart of the matter. In his 1858 paper he wrote:

Can it be doubted, from the struggle each individual has to obtain subsistence, that any minute variation in structure, habits, or instincts, adapting that individual better to the new conditions, would tell upon its vigour and health? In the struggle it would have a better chance of surviving; and those of its offspring which inherited the variation, be it ever so slight, would also have a better chance. Yearly more are bred than can survive; the smallest grain in the balance, in the long run, must tell on which death shall fall, and which shall survive. Let this work of selection on the one hand, and death on the other, go on for a thousand generations, who will pretend to affirm that it would produce no effect?

The essence of Darwin’s insight is thus very simple. More are born than can survive, and those best fitted to the circumstances into which they are born are most likely to survive and breed. This selection of individuals, generation after generation, over the vastness of geological time, causes descendants to differ from their ancestors. There is no morality in this argument—no overall superiority of one individual, class or nation over another—for as the environment changes so do those selected as the “fittest.” But it did reveal a terrible truth—the weak (poorly adapted) must die if evolution is to progress.

On that day in 1858 when his revolutionary idea was made known to the world, Darwin was unable to be with his assembled colleagues. He was instead mourning the death of his son, his namesake Charles. Always a frail child, Charles died of scarlet fever aged eighteen months. We can only imagine the mood in Down House that day. Infant death was far more common then, but not one whit less devastating. And the head of the family had just brilliantly elucidated the process that had rendered his child nothing but a cooling pile of flesh, food for worms. For Darwin, who believed that there was no hereafter and no God to comfort him in his grief, the blow must have been almost unbearable. And now he had to live with the thought that his theory might rob such comforts from the entire world.

It’s hard to imagine, from today’s perspective, the impact Darwin’s book and theory had on society, but some sense of it can be gained from a debate held in Oxford’s stately Zoology Museum in 1860. Arguing on Darwin’s behalf was zoologist Thomas Huxley, later known as Darwin’s bulldog, and opposing him was Samuel Wilberforce, the Bishop of Oxford, known as Soapy Sam on account of being one of the finest public speakers of his day. On the Origin of Species had been published just seven months earlier, splitting church and society. About a thousand people crowded between the skeletons, stuffed animals and mineral specimens to hear the bishop and the scientist slug it out. Hundreds more were turned away for lack of room, and Darwin, fast becoming a perpetual valetudinarian, was absent.

The critical moment came when Wilberforce took a cheap shot, asking whether Huxley was descended from an ape on his mother’s or his father’s side. This prompted an extraordinary response, which Alfred Newton, an eye-witness, described as follows:

This gave Huxley the opportunity of saying that he would sooner claim kindred with an Ape than with a man like the Bishop who made so ill a use of his wonderful speaking powers to try and burke, by a display of authority, a free discussion on what was, or was not, a matter of truth, and reminded him that on questions of physical science “authority” had always been bowled out by investigation, as witness astronomy and geology.
He then got hold of the Bishop’s assertions and showed how contrary they were to facts, and how he knew nothing about what he had been discoursing on.

With the bishop embarrassed into silence, Admiral Robert Fitzroy, who had twenty-five years earlier been captain of the Beagle and Darwin’s companion, rose to denounce Darwin’s book and, “lifting an immense Bible first with both hands and afterwards with one hand over his head, solemnly implored the audience to believe God rather than man.” And there was the rub: Darwin, the erstwhile divinity student, was implying that ours is a Godless world, in which every kind of barbarity is condoned by nature.

Even today understanding of Darwin’s theory remains mired in confusion and prejudice, and the mangled notions thus created have a malignant impact on society. Without doubt Darwin had settled upon an unfortunate subtitle for his work, for only upon reading the entire book would one discover that the “favoured races” did not explicitly include the British ruling class. Almost immediately On the Origin of Species began to be used to justify the appalling social and economic inequalities of the Victorian era. The concept of the survival of the fittest was used to promote the notion that the misery of the poorest reflects the natural order. While Darwin must shoulder some of the blame for this, it’s important to remember that it wasn’t he who invented the term “survival of the fittest,” but the philosopher and libertarian Herbert Spencer, in 1864, who went on to apply Darwinian thought to his own social theories. Darwin did however adopt the phrase in the fifth edition of On the Origin of Species, published in 1869.

There are other reasons for our partial failure to grasp Darwin’s meaning, including religious and linguistic heritages. Nineteenth-century Christian dogma, with its insistence on literal creationism, survives into the twenty-first century, and although most mainstream religions have long accepted evolutionary theory (Darwin after all is buried in Westminster Abbey) opposition remains strong in some quarters. Just as importantly, the English language still lacks an easily understood term that elegantly conveys Darwin’s insight. “Evolution” hardly does the job. The word’s Latin origins refer to the unrolling of a manuscript, and it’s more of a magician’s black box or cartoon caricature than an explanation to most people. Interestingly, Darwin himself hardly ever used the word, preferring “descent with modification.”

Not all societies, however, are so handicapped. In 1898, the scholar Yan Fu translated Thomas Huxley’s 1893 book Evolution and Ethics into Chinese. The Darwinian theories of human evolution expounded therein found ready acceptance in China, in part perhaps because they reflect some traditional Chinese folk beliefs about the stages of human development, which involve a progression from foraging, cave-dwelling ancestors to fire-using and house-building ones, and then to agricultural beings. In his translation, Yan Fu rendered the word “evolution” as tian yan. Chinese characters can be read in several ways, and one way of reading these characters is as “heavens’ performance”—the heavens in this instance meaning all of creation.

Yan Fu’s phrase is now obscure and defunct, but heavens’ performance strikes me as a beautiful and illuminating way of describing Darwin’s discovery, for evolution is indeed a sort of performance, one whose theme is the electrochemical process we call life and whose stage is the entire Earth. Funded by the Sun, heavens’ performance has been running for at least 3.5 billion years, and barring cosmic catastrophe will probably run for a billion more. It’s an odd sort of performance, though, for there are no seats but on the stage itself, and the audience are also the players. Darwin’s genius was to elucidate, with elegant simplicity, the rules by which the performance has unfolded.

One reason for the broad appeal of Darwin’s ideas in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries is evident in the opening lines of his famous 1858 essay, with its reference to the Swiss botanist Augustin Pyrame de Candolle:

De Candolle, in an eloquent passage, has declared that all nature is at war, one organism with another, or with external nature. Seeing the contented face of nature, this may at first well be doubted; but reflection will inevitably prove it to be true.

War of course was one of the main occupations and passions of Victorian England, and the British excelled at it—the result being the greatest empire the world had ever seen. If nature favoured the militarily triumphant, then the Englishman must be a superior creature indeed. In an imperial age and aided by the works of Spencer, Darwin’s explanation of evolution would give rise to an extraordinary plethora of social phenomena, many of which strayed far from the original. Such beliefs are known as social Darwinism and, from colonial-era expressions like “shouldering the white man’s burden” and “soothing the pillow of a dying race,” and on to eugenics, they permeated the cultural and intellectual fabric of the era.

During the early part of the twentieth century the appeal of such thinking only strengthened. Indeed, by the 1930s and ’40s social Darwinism was informing extermination and selective breeding programs in Nazi Germany, while in the US contributors to the journal Eugenics were arguing for the mass sterilisation of those they felt were inferior, as well as publishing ridiculous family pedigrees of the movement’s leaders in an attempt to position them as the fathers of a future superior American race. Allied victory in World War II largely destroyed the credibility of these extremists and their programs, but some versions of social Darwinism continue to be influential. Notions about the “survival of the fittest” are exemplified by Margaret Thatcher’s comment in 1987 that “there is no such thing as society” (by which she presumably meant that each should look after his own). They are also evident in the field of neoclassical economics, with its belief that an unregulated market best serves humanity’s interests.

Perhaps Charles Darwin, as he trod his sand walk, foresaw the possibility of all of this, or perhaps not. In any case, late in life he wrote, “I feel no remorse for having committed any great sin but have often and often regretted that I have not done more direct good to my fellow-creatures.”