Well
I don’t feel confident about answering that deep philosophical query. All I
know is that some things are incompatible. We can’t have day and night at the
same time, for instance, We can’t have cat and dog in one pet. We can’t have
beer and champagne in one glass. (No, really, we can’t.)
I
think the best I can do is to refer my reader to a column I wrote about three
years ago, which defines the limits of my rather sketchy comprehension of the subject:
Breeding
the perfect boat
I
CAN’T THINK of anything that mankind has made that resembles a living creature
more than a sailboat does. When you stop to look at a beautiful sailboat
bobbing gently at anchor in a quiet bay, it’s hard to convince yourself that
she’s not alive. It’s not difficult to believe that she has a soul — and is
frequently as obstinate and hardheaded as any human being you’ve ever known.
Indeed,
the language of the sea indicates how much like human beings boats can be.
Sailors have always invested their craft with living characteristics, right
from the early days of recorded history, when young girls were sacrificed and
their heads placed on the bows of new boats at their launching. This was done
to provide the boat with a soul, and the belief was that when the head
eventually fell off the bow (usually on the maiden voyage, of course) it was a
sign that the gods had accepted the sacrifices and the young girl’s soul had
entered the ship. After a few centuries of this, and some rather withering
criticism from the fairer sex, men stopped using young girls and substituted
figureheads instead.
But
the practice of regarding the boat as a living creature continued. Boats are
still presumed to be female, at least in English-speaking countries, and
designers try to draw them with pretty buttock lines. Boats breast waves and
naval boats bear arms. Racers sail on different legs of a course. Hulls have
bottoms and ribs, and sails have heads and feet. Blocks have cheeks . . . and
so on.
All
of which causes one to wonder what boats would be like if they were, indeed,
living creatures and therefore by definition capable of reproducing themselves.
Could we crossbreed different kinds of boats to make our personal favorites?
I
mean, your boat might be good and seaworthy, and she might be really capacious
and comfortable below. But she might not perform too well to windward and her
sheerline might not win any prizes for aesthetics. What if you bred her with a
slim, pretty little performer with a slim waistline?
What
would we get if we crossed a Westsail 32 with a 30-Square-Meter, for example?
How much would a bug-eyed Flicka be improved by an infusion of gorgeous genes
from a Folkboat?
The
large variety of dogs that have evolved from the basic wolf have shown us what
selective breeding can do. And we can all dream, can’t we? Close your eyes and
think about it. What two boats would you like to crossbreed to create your
absolute favorite?
Today’s Thought
Life seems to me like a
Japanese picture which our imagination does not allow to end with the margin.
—
Justice O. W. Holmes.
Tailpiece
“Why did you shoot
your wife with a hunting bow and arrow?”
“I didn’t want to
wake the kids, Your Honor.”
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