Sunday, October 29, 2023

More Greenblatt

 COMPULSIVE REMEMBRANCE 


Such compulsion was difficult for Renaissance theorists of memory to explain naturalistically, that is, without recourse to a notion of supernatural agency. Plato and Aristotle had set the principal terms for understanding memory, but those terms focused on sor. age and search functions, not on involuntary hauntings. Plato's most influential metaphor for memory was that of wax in which an impression is left. The metaphor expresses beautifully the way in which the mind can keep the image of something that is no longer present. It conveys, too, subtle variations, gradations, and effacements of impressions, some cut deeply, virtually perma nently, into the medium of memory, some others only lightly, most slowly losing their original distinctness of outline and eventually fading altogether. There are variations as well, as the metaphor suggests, in the medium itself: in some people memory is like warm wax, barely holding any impression at all; in others it is hard and dry, difficult to imprint but, once imprinted, remarkably stable; in still others, it is a well-tempered medium between these extremes. 


But the unwilled, ghostly return and renewal of an old impression cannot be easily accommodated to this scheme—how could the impression be renewed without a material body to reinscribe it in the wax?—nor does it fit comfortably with Plato's other great metaphor for memory, the aviary. To be sure, we can imagine ghosts flitting and swooping, like birds in a huge cage, but the metaphor, as it is developed in the Theaetetus, is not about uncanny returns from oblivion but about frustrating evasions. Plato evidently felt obliged to supplement his primary image of the wax in order to convey what that image conspicuously misses: the sense that memories often seem alive, fluttering, and elusive. The aviary metaphor keeps a notion of storage—there is a particular place, a container, for those things that are recalled—but it eschews any notion of systematicity, the sense (later developed by Saint Augustine and others) that memory is like a treasure-house or strongbox with distinct compartments where one can look for particular objects. In the aviary, one must grope after memories that seem anxiously determined to fly out of one’s grasp. 


For Aristotle it is the possibility of making a deliberate search whether we think of it as lunging about in an aviary or reading wax tablets or sorting through the compartments in a strongbox—that distinguishes the memory of humans from those of all other animals capable of remembering. Any animal, Aristotle observes, that perceives time can have memories, but among those animals with memories, only humans have the power of recollection. This is because recollection is a “mode of inference,” and inference involves deliberation, and deliberation implies reason, and reason is uniquely human. These incisive reflections enable Aristotle to explain, for example, why “things arranged in a fixed order, like the successive demonstrations in geometry, are easy to remember, while badly arranged subjects are remembered with difficulty” (718). But they seem to make his account of memory even less compatible than Plato’s with any notion of haunting. 


Yet Aristotle—who observes that the moving force of recollection is particularly powerful in “persons of melancholic temperament” (720)—comes closest to the central issue immediately raised by the ghost in Hamlet, an issue inseparable from the ghost as memory and memory as ghost: the perception of likeness. For Aristotle this perception is the way one knows, when one is contemplating a mental image or phantasm that it is in facta memorythe remembrance of something that belongs irrevocably to the past—and not something that fully exists in the present. The mind is aware of a ratio between what is imagined and what actually once existed: a memory is grasped as a likeness, as he puts it, “re” something else” (716). To be sure, this likeness also not our babbling dreams affright our souls” (5.6.98). So, too, in Julius Caesar Brutus is horrified by the “monstrous apparition” in his tent, but a moment later he too recovers his poise: “Why, I will see thee at Philippi then.” The contrast to Hamlet, where there is no rallving of spirits and no recovery of poise, is extreme; indeed, in the case of Jultus Caesar, the contrast seems deliberate. Polonius memorably recalls that he once played Caesar and was killed in the Capitol, and Horatio invokes Caesar’s assassination just after the first apparition of the ghost: 


A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, 

The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead 

Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. 


In 1769 Lady Mary Wortley Montague speculated that by these allusions Shakespeare intended “to captivate our attention by demonstrating that the poet was not going to exhibit such idle and frivolous gambols as ghosts are by the vulgar often represented to perform.”’° This may well be true, but Shakespeare seems also to be emphasizing the particular horror and intensity of the apparition in Hamlet, in contrast to his own depiction of Brutus’s stoical response to Caesar’s ghost. The soldiers Marcellus and Barnardo are “distilled / Almost to jelly with the act of fear” (1.2.204-5), and Hamlet vows to wipe away “[a]ll saws of books, all forms, all pressures past” from his mind. 


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On Hamlet

 Harold Bloom

Swinburne observed that “the signal characteristic of Hamlet’s inner nature is by no means irresolution or hesitation or any form of weakness, but rather the strong conflux of contending forces.” I think that is a clue to Hamlet’s charisma, to his highly individual power over change and the final form of change—that is to say, over nature and death. Hamlet discovers that his life has been a quest with no object except his own endlessly burgeoning subjectivity. This truth, intolerable to any of us, helps turn Hamlet into an angel of destruction. Contending with unknown powers within his own self, the prince seems to struggle also with the spirit of evil in heavenly places. 

Greenblatt

For the fourth time in some fifteen lines, the likeness to the dead Hamlet is reiterated, now by Marcellus: “Is it not like the King?” ‘ Horatio’s words in response—“As thou art to thyself” (1.1.57| ,8)—are an emphatic confirmation, but a strange one. The strangeness —if one stops to reflect upon it—has to do with an erasure of the sense of difference that enables one to distinguish between likeness and identity: Marcellus is not “like” himself; he is himself. Since Horatio does not seem to be saying that the apparition is the old king—for by the sensible and true avouch of his own eyes he knows that the old king is dead and buried—his words “As thou art to thyself” have a different implication: they raise the possibility of a difference between oneself and oneself. The possibility will not be fully explored until much later in the play, where Ophelia is “[d]ivided from herself” (4.5.81) and Hamlet “from himself be ta’en away” (5.2.171). But the issue is already latent in the opening moments, when the sentinel calls out in the darkness, “[IJs Horatio there?” and Horatio replies, “A piece of him” 

Hamlet is a play of contagious, almost unive sel estrangement. 

But the question of the apparition’s uncanny likeness to the king is a special one, as the nervous repetitions of the same observation suggest. Marcellus should look like himself, but nothing should any longer look like “buricd Denmark.” For the trembling witnesses all know what they do not need to say: that the corpse of “the King that’s dead” can no longer resemble the king that they all saw when he was alive. The king’s actual body, were they to exhume it, would bear the signs and the smell of decay.' They are seeing something else, then, something perhaps that the Catholic Pierre Le Loyer, in a 1586 book on apparitions, calls a “phantasmal body”: It is certain that Souls cannot return in their body, which lies in the grave, reanimating it and giving it the movement and life it has lost. And hence, if they return perchance to this world by the will of God and appear to us, they take not a real but a phantasmal body. And those who believe that they return in their true body deceive themselves greatly, for it is only a phantom of air that they clothe themselves in, to appear visibly to men." 


Horatio seems to be getting at this sense of the phantasmal (as distinct from merely fantastic) status of the apparition when he pleads with it to remain—“Stay, illusion” (1.1.108)—and he seems to confirm this status when, trying to strike at it with his partisan, he finds that it is “as the air invulnerable” (1.1.126). But what is the nature of this “illusion”? 


“Illusion” marks a difference between what they are all witnessing and what they know to be reality—in this case, the decaying corpse, There is nothing imaginary about that corpse, even if they do not see it before their eyes; they know that it is the inevitable consequence of death. What they are seeing is nat physical reality, however lifelike the resemblance: instead, as their responses suggest, the apparition on the battlements is a kind of embodied memory.’* It has, Horatio immediately observes, usurped a particular form, the form in which the king “did sometimes march.




Saturday, October 21, 2023

Legal quotes

 INCOME TAXES In my own case the words of such an act as the Income Tax, for ex. ample, merely dance before my eyes in a meaningless procession: cross-reference to cross-reference, exception upon exception—couched in abstract terms that offer no handle to seize hold of—leave, in my mind only a confused sense of some vitally important, but successfully concealed, purport, which it is my duty to extract, but which is within my power, if at all, only after the most inordinate expenditure of time. I know that these monsters are the result of fabulous industry and ingenuity, plugging up this hole and casting out that net, against all possible evasion; yet at times I cannot help recalling a saying of William James about certain passages of Hegel: that they were no doubt written with a passion of rationality; but that one cannot help wondering whether to the reader they have any significance save that the words are strung together with syntactical correctness. 


—HAND, Learned, in Dilliard, Irving, The Spirit of Liberty 

LAW 


A colleague of mine at the Harvard Law School with whom I got into a tangle about some question of law once chided me, indeed, closed a contentious argument between us by saying, “You take law awfully seriously.” 

I said, “That’s one accusation against which I plead guilty without reservation.” 

I am bound to say hardly another member of the Harvard Law faculty would have thought of making an accusation. I do take law very seriously, deeply seriously, because fragile as reason is and limited as law is as the expression of the institutionalized medium of reason, that’s all we have standing between us and the tyranny of mere will and the cruelty of unbridled, undisciplined feeling. 


—FRANKFURTER, Felix, in Phillips, Harlan B., Felix Frankfurter Reminisces (New York: Reynal and Company, 1960), p. 189. 

Aaron Burr:

Law is whatever is boldly asserted and plausibly maintained. 

Francis Bacon:

Laws are like cobwebs where the small flies were caught and the great break through