This is one of my favorite scenes. Charles, Emma and Reverend Innes are picnicking and pondering nature...
CHARLES
Actually I was remembering how the tropical seas teemed with living particles that seemed to surround the Beagle with a luminous glow and leave a glistening pathway through the night.
Puzzling. So much beauty for so little purpose
REVEREND INNESSo little purpose! They were helping to light the ship’s way.
EMMAWell said, exactly.
CHARLESJohn, are you familiar with the works of Thomas Malthus?
REVEREND INNESHe married his first cousin didn’t he?
EMMASo did I.
REVEREND INNESYes, but I wasn’t suggesting that…
CHARLESCourse you weren’t. Anyway Thomas Malthus calculated that if… well, if every trout, say, had a hundred or so offspring and so on and so forth throughout the generations, we’d be knee deep in trout in just a few decades. How would you respond to that?
REVEREND INNESI’d respond to that by saying that most of the eggs are destroyed or eaten so that the numbers remain stable. That’s the beauty of God’s plan.
CHARLESIt doesn’t strike you as an exceedingly wasteful plan, these myriad lives created only to be immediately extinguished?
REVEREND INNESProviding food for others.
EMMACheese and cucumber?
CHARLESThousands John. Thousands die so that only a few may live. Is not the general sum total of happiness in some sort of massive deficit?
REVEREND INNESCharles, it is really not my duty to speculate on the mind of God but it does seem to me that nature is at peace.
JOSEPH HOOKER* sighs * There is another view: that all of nature is a battlefield. Remind me where I read that.