SCIENCE AND LITERATURE* SIR PETER MEDA WAR\ I I hope I shall not be thought ungracious ifI say at the outset that nothing on earth wouldhave induced me to attend thekind oflecture you may think I am about to give. Science and literature—what a hackneyed subject , you must feel. Must we go into that again? What can there be to say that has not already been very well said by I. A. Richards, Aldous Huxley, C. P. Snow, Martin Green, J. Bronowski, D. G. King-Hele, and half a dozen others [i]? Let me begin with an outline ofsome ofthe things I do not intend to say. I shall say nothing whatsoever about education, and have no formula for compounding science and literature into a single diet; nor shall I say, or even be thinking, that imaginative literature can be regarded as an antidote or counterirritant to science, or vice versa. There will be no readings from poetry written by scientists—not even a quotation or biopsy specimen from the poetry ofGeorgeJohn Romanes, F.R.S. [2]. I shall not declare that henceforward the discoveries, ideas and adventures of science should become a bigger part of the subject matter ofpoetry, as Wordsworth [3] thought they might; nor shall I reproach poets and "magazine critics," as Peacock did [4], with carrying on just as if "there were no such things in existence as mathematicians, astronomers, chemists, moralists , metaphysicians, historians, politicians, and political economists." After these various abjurations, what is there left to say? If I had to choose a motto for this lecture, I should turn a remark ofLowes Dickinson 's upside down. "When science arrives," said Lowes Dickinson [5], "it expels literature"—an echo, perhaps, of Keats's lament that science * The Romanes Lecture, given at the Sheldonian Theatre, Oxford, and published in Encounter (January 1969). t Director, National Institute for Medical Research, London, N.W. 7. 529 unweaves the rainbow and makes a dull ordinariness out ofawful things. The case I shall find evidence for is that when literature arrives, it expels science. There are large territories of human belief and learning upon which both science and literature have very important things to say, for example, social and cultural anthropology, psychology and human behavior generally, and even cosmology. These subjects lie within the compass of literature insofar as they have to do with human hopes, fears, beliefs and motives; with the attempt to give an account of ourselves and investigate our condition; and with matters of general culture, by which I mean the whole pattern of the way in which people think and carry on. The case that can be made for science is that in all these subjects, we have also to work toward a special kind of understanding which, though imaginative in origin (as I shallhope to convince you), is under the censorship or restrictive influence ofa certain kind of obligation toward the truth. The way things are at present, it is simply no good pretending that science and literature represent complementary and mutually sustaining endeavors to reach a common goal. On the contrary, where they might be expected to cooperate, they compete. I regret this very much, don't think it necessary, and wish it were otherwise. We are going through a bad episode in cultural history. We all want to be friends, and one day perhaps we shall be so. "Let us advance together, men of letters and men of science," said Aldous Huxley [6], "further and further into the ever expanding regions ofthe unknown." That is a fine ambition, though most of us will feel awkward at its wording; but ifit is to be achieved, scientists and men of letters must work their way toward an understanding—not just ofeach other's accomplishments (there is mischiefand magnificence in both), nor just of each other's purposes (which are doubtless mixed, though officially both are good), but ofeach other's methods and energizing concepts and the quality and pattern of movement of each other's thought. I want therefore to discuss imagination and criticism as they enter into science on the one hand and into literature on the other; to explain why I think...
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