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Romantic Empiricism
Romantic Empiricism
Nature, Art, and Ecology from
Herder to Humboldt
DA L IA NA S S A R
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For Clara
No one is prepared to grasp that, both in nature and in art,
the sole and supreme process is the creation of form.
J. W. von Goethe
Contents
Acknowledgments xi
Abbreviations xiii
Note on Referencing xvii
Notes 249
Works Cited 287
Index 299
Acknowledgments
There are many people and organizations who have played a crucial role in
the development of this book. I want first to acknowledge the Australian
Research Council, Discovery Project DP160103769 (2016– 2018), the
Humboldt Foundation grant for experienced researchers (2019–2020), and
the Sydney Social Sciences and Humanities Advanced Research Council,
Ultimate Peer Review grant (2018).
I also want to acknowledge a number of highly innovative and re-
search initiatives at the University of Sydney, which have allowed me to
deepen and expand my work in unexpected and exciting ways: Sydney
Intellectual History Network, Theories and Conceptions of Life from the
19th Century to the Present, and the Multi-Species Justice research in-
itiative. In this regard, I especially want to thank Danielle Celermajer,
Stephen Gaukroger, Daniela Helbig, Jennifer Milam, Cat Moir, David
Schlosberg, Michelle St. Anne, Dinesh Wadiwel, Thom van Dooren, Anik
Waldow, Christine Winter, and Genevieve Wright. There is no doubt
that this book has been shaped by the workshops, reading groups, and
conversations that I have had with them over the years.
I also wish to thank the many wonderful thinkers from whose work I’ve
learned and whose penetrating feedback has nudged me in new directions:
Iain McCalman, Monica Gagliano, Sebastian Gardner, Moira Gatens,
Craig Holdrege, Nigel Hoffmann, Simon Lumsden, Jennifer Mensch,
Lydia Moland, Paul Redding, Ulrich Schlösser, Niels Weidtmann, and my
friend and coeditor on other projects, Kristin Gjesdal. I want to thank Eric
Watkins and Clinton Tolley and the PhD students in the history of phi-
losophy colloquium at the University of California, San Diego. Their gen-
erous comments on an early version of the manuscript were immense, and
I am grateful for their continued support. And, last—but not least—I want
to thank Margaret Barbour, whose openness and interest have allowed us
to undertake exciting new research together.
xii Acknowledgments
I am also grateful to many friends, with whom I’ve had some of the best
conversations over the past years, especially Enite Giovanelli, Tanja Rall,
Stefan Rall, and Kristin Funke. I want to thank Anselma Murswiek for per-
mission to use her wonderful painting, and my parents, Rosette and Talal
Nassar. I especially want to thank Luke Fischer, my favorite conversation
partner and most incisive editor.
Abbreviations
Immanuel Kant
Friedrich Schiller
I have mostly used the FA edition of Goethe’s work, as it is more easily acces-
sible than the other editions. However, references to Goethe’s On Morphology
(Zur Morphologie) are to MA, because in this edition the works appear chron-
ologically, according to their date of publication, and not (as is the case in
FA), according to the date on which they were written. I have also referenced
LA or WA in instances where a work does not appear in FA.
With regard to titles of works, I provide the English and German titles
in my first reference, while in all following references I provide only the
English title. In the case of Humboldt, however, I do the opposite: I refer to
the German title (with an English translation in parentheses at the first men-
tion), and only use the German title thereafter, unless I am specifically citing
an English translation of Humboldt’s works. This has to do with the fact that
Humboldt played a role in translating his work—whether from French to
German, or from German to English—such that some of the translations
often include passages not in the original, use terms that were not employed
in the original, or offer interpretations that further elucidate ideas expressed
in the original.
Introduction
Finding Romantic Empiricism
Romantic empiricism: two words that are not usually placed side by side,
and that seem to suggest opposing philosophical views and tendencies.
Romanticism is often associated with idealism and taken to imply a turn to
the subject and a focus on the subjective conditions of knowledge. The ro-
mantic approach to nature thus tends to be regarded as a form of subjective
constructivism. Furthermore, romanticism is identified with a strong in-
terest in the arts and aesthetic experience. Empiricism, by contrast, is out-
wardly focused and bottom-up, in its view that all knowledge must begin
with what is seen or experienced. In addition, some forms of empiricism ap-
pear from an idealist perspective to be naive: they underestimate the subject’s
creative role in knowledge, or they do not adequately differentiate between
what is given to the senses and what is known through the understanding.
Finally, contrary to romanticism, empiricism rarely pays attention to the
arts and their epistemic significance. In short: romanticism and empiricism
hardly resemble one another, and to place them side by side is to offer a par-
adox of sorts.
The thesis of this book is that romantic empiricism is not an oxymoron
but refers to a philosophical tradition that deserves renewed attention
today. While the roots of romantic empiricism can be traced back to mid-
eighteenth-century France, the tradition achieved its greatest philosoph-
ical sophistication and rigor in Germany in the late eighteenth and early
nineteenth centuries. Inspired by the questions and concerns articulated
by Georges-Louis Leclerc de Buffon (1707–1788) and elaborated by Denis
Diderot (1713–1784), thinkers from Johann Gottfried Herder to Alexander
von Humboldt developed a distinctive methodological approach to the study
of nature—an approach that drew significantly on the arts and aesthetic ex-
perience. Through this aesthetic science, the romantic empiricists were able
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in such a hurry—not able to see ahead . . . Did you come on
business?"
"I should have sent for you, if only I could have felt sure—
But if Barclay had died meantime—"
"I am glad you think so," with a more restful look. After a
break, she resumed, "I was telling you, the other day, all
about Barclay—the sort of life his has been. I wanted to ask
you a question; only we were interrupted. It puzzles me
sometimes how a man like that—brought up as he was—
how he can help being what he is . . . I mean—can he help
it? . . . If he has inherited all sorts of evil ways—and if all
his associations were so bad—things he could not alter—
doesn't it seem as if he must have grown into his present
shape, without any choice of his own? And if that is true,
how can he be responsible for it?"
"I have. The daughter is a nice little girl. Not quite desirable
for Cyril, though."
"He's rather done!" Jem said cheerily. "But all right, now we
are back. The study, Jean—and he shall have some hot
brandy and water at once. No, I know he doesn't take
stimulants commonly; but to-night he must! We'll do our
best to keep out the chill. Smithson came half-way, and
then I sent him back."
Mr. Trevelyan did not speak till divested of his damp cloak,
and placed in his big chair near the blazing fire.
The answer came almost like an echo of what Jem had said
—
"My dear, we can only leave him now—in just and merciful
Hands . . . ONE who knows all about him—better than you
or I! . . . But I would not for worlds not have gone."
CHAPTER X.
It was three o'clock, and the Doctor had a long list of visits
still to pay; yet he could not at once escape. Mrs. Kennedy,
though minus the possession of a "glittering eye," like that
of the Ancient Mariner, held him with such eyes as she had,
refusing to see his anxiety to be off.
"Feejee Islanders are all very well—I dare say they'll learn
by-and-by quite to shine in society, don't you know?—Now
they've left off eating everybody. And as for Madagascar,
and Zulu-Land, and that other place—what is the name?—
Alaska—I should be as glad as anything, if they could just
have all the beads and blankets they want, poor dear
things! We have our working party once a fortnight, you
know—what Mabel calls 'The Timbuctoo Thimble'—and then,
of course, we think about those sort of creatures. At least,
we try to, I'm sure, though we do sometimes talk about
Mrs. Villiers' last new bonnet, don't you know?"
"I can't endure the woman, for my part. She's got such a
way of setting herself upon a turret, as if nobody else in the
world ever had a kind thought. Every one's narrow, and
bitter, and wicked, and disagreeable, except Miss
Moggridge. And the way she abuses good people who don't
think like her—! Well, of course they're narrow, poor dears
—and how can they help it? I suppose they were made so;
or at least they've grown into it. Some people are born
wide, and some are born narrow. And I don't really see, for
my part, that it's a bit prettier or more Christian, for the
broad-minded folks to abuse the narrow because they're
not broad, don't you know, than it is for the narrow to
abuse the broad, because they're not narrow, don't you
see? Of course, nobody ever calls themselves narrow. They
only say, they're all right, and everybody else is wrong who
doesn't think like them. And that's what Miss Moggridge
does—so where's the difference? . . . But I didn't mean to
get upon Miss Moggridge. I wanted to ask you about Mr.
Trevelyan."
Yes; her father was better; really better, and on the whole
out of danger. At least Dr. Ingram hoped so. Recovery would
be slow, of course; it could not be otherwise; and great care
would be needed. There must be no thought of work at
present—probably not for months. Dr. Ingram talked of a
year's rest. The strain had been kept up far too long.
Nothing was settled yet, but Dr. Ingram wished him very
much to go for a voyage—perhaps to the Cape, or perhaps
to Australia.
"My dear, I'm most dreadfully sorry! But you would go with
him, of course?"
Jean broke into one irresistible sob, and a few hot tears fell
in quick succession; but she struggled back to composure,
and gently released herself—not without a sense of comfort.
"Thank you very much: you are very good," she said. "But
of course I do not mean to be selfish. If he will only come
home strong, it will be all right. May I give you a cup of tea?
I am afraid I ought to go upstairs soon."
He did not yet know his own mind about the two girls—
though not from any lack of self-watching—and he was
drifting fast to a position where he would be likely to act as
if he did know it.
Emmie's dark face, small and rosy and sweet, was gaining
more and more a hold upon him. She was not aware of the
fact herself, being very young, unversed in the ways of the
world, and kitten-like in simplicity. She would chat and
laugh with Sir Cyril, as easily as if she had been his sister,
delighted always to see him, because her father had so few
friends. But naturally, Cyril did not ascribe this delight to
thoughtfulness for her father—though he still kept up the
little fiction of coming perpetually to call upon Captain
Lucas. If Captain Lucas were out or busy, it was a matter of
course that he should stay for a talk with the ladies.
CHAPTER XI.
ON THE ROCKS.
• • • • •
"Some power grown tyrannous holding me fast,
Blotting alike the Future and Past."
L. MORRIS.
She did not see him at first. Her eyes were downcast, the
dark lashes almost resting on the rounded cheeks, and as
she came slowly in with a lagging step, she said, "O dear
me!" half aloud.
"No, no, don't disturb her on any account. Pray don't. I dare
say she has lots of things to do."
"I dare say she will look in presently; but don't call her. I
only want to know how you are all getting on. The last three
days have been so full, I couldn't find a minute. How is your
father?"
"Oh, no—I—"
Emmie knelt down on the rug, and poked vaguely at the red
embers; whereupon Cyril bent over her, took the poker out
of her hand which he found to be trembling, arranged the
fading coals in a scientific fashion, and placed a few fresh
pieces lightly one upon another. A flame sprang up as by
magic. Then he laid hold upon those trembling little hands,
lifted Emmie up, and placed her in the big arm-chair. She
submitted as a child might have done, and sat where he put
her, not crying as she would have cried for some minor
matter, but with her mouth set in a sorrowful curve, and her
eyes gazing into some unknown grief. The colour in her
cheeks was much deeper than usual—a rich crimson-velvet
tint—and the brow looked whiter, the eyes darker by
contrast. Cyril had never seen her thus. His feelings were
greatly stirred.
"O no—thanks—"
"Emmie, I love you! I love you, darling! Can you love me?
Will you promise to be my wife?"
"It is so kind of you," said Emmie wistfully. Then she sat up,
and drew her hand away from his with an instinctive
movement, yet she repeated, "It is so very kind of you."
"Yes—O I think I do. But I didn't know what you were going
to say. It seems so—so strange! And—my mother—"
"Miss Devereux has no real control over me. It all rests with
you! If you can say 'Yes'—"