Nicomachean Ethics X.3

 Immediately this next chapter gets technical in a way that the book hasn't explained.

Nor again, if pleasure is not a quality, does it follow that it is not a good; for the activities of virtue are not qualities either, nor is happiness.

To understand what that sentence means, you have to know what Aristotle intends the word quality to describe. It is one of the categories, which he formalized in his work of the same name, and which provided a lot of the power of his metaphysics and logic. A quality is a thing like color, which inheres (it is usually said) in a substance. A substance is something that can reproduce, usually: horses or men or things like that. So a horse has a quality, which is to say that it might be brown or chestnut or black.

So if pleasure is not a quality, what is it exactly? It's not a substance for sure; nor is it a quantity, nor is it a relation (that category is very weird, as an aside: normally you or I would think that 'we have a relationship' if we know each other, so that's one relationship that exists between two people. In Aristotle, all the non-substantial categories have to inhere in something, so there can't be a relationship "between" us; what has to hold is that I have a relationship to you, and you separately have a different one to me). 

Well, happiness is an activity, as we have heard him say several times now; and so indeed are the virtues, things you do and practice until they become habits. Habits are still activities, even if you aren't doing them right this second, because they continue as part of who you are all the time: a brave man, or a just man. It's something that's happening whenever you're around being yourself.

They say, however, that the good is determinate, while pleasure is indeterminate, because it admits of degrees. Now if it is from the feeling of pleasure that they judge thus, the same will be true of justice and the other virtues, in respect of which we plainly say that people of a certain character are so more or less, and act more or less in accordance with these virtues; for people may be more just or brave, and it is possible also to act justly or temperately more or less. But if their judgement is based on the various pleasures, surely they are not stating the real cause, if in fact some pleasures are unmixed and others mixed. Again, just as health admits of degrees without being indeterminate, why should not pleasure? The same proportion is not found in all things, nor a single proportion always in the same thing, but it may be relaxed and yet persist up to a point, and it may differ in degree. The case of pleasure also may therefore be of this kind.

Note that is not a determination that pleasure is of that kind; as often in ethics, we're talking about things that may be or probably are. As you are doubtless tired of hearing by now, this is the I.3 point.

Again, they assume that the good is perfect while movements and comings into being are imperfect, and try to exhibit pleasure as being a movement and a coming into being. But they do not seem to be right even in saying that it is a movement. For speed and slowness are thought to be proper to every movement, and if a movement, e.g. that of the heavens, has not speed or slowness in itself, it has it in relation to something else; but of pleasure neither of these things is true. For while we may become pleased quickly as we may become angry quickly, we cannot be pleased quickly, not even in relation to some one else, while we can walk, or grow, or the like, quickly. While, then, we can change quickly or slowly into a state of pleasure, we cannot quickly exhibit the activity of pleasure, i.e. be pleased. Again, how can it be a coming into being? It is not thought that any chance thing can come out of any chance thing, but that a thing is dissolved into that out of which it comes into being; and pain would be the destruction of that of which pleasure is the coming into being.

This one is a declaration, and one I'm not at all sure is true. I can think of things that have pleased me right away, although there's some ambiguity in quickly that could allow it to be an amount of time. I can be pleased almost instantly should, say, a beautiful woman bestow a kind word upon me; but there is some sort of 'coming-to-be' that involves sight and sound and the brain processing recognition.

They say, too, that pain is the lack of that which is according to nature, and pleasure is replenishment. But these experiences are bodily. If then pleasure is replenishment with that which is according to nature, that which feels pleasure will be that in which the replenishment takes place, i.e. the body; but that is not thought to be the case; therefore the replenishment is not pleasure, though one would be pleased when replenishment was taking place, just as one would be pained if one was being operated on. This opinion seems to be based on the pains and pleasures connected with nutrition; on the fact that when people have been short of food and have felt pain beforehand they are pleased by the replenishment. But this does not happen with all pleasures; for the pleasures of learning and, among the sensuous pleasures, those of smell, and also many sounds and sights, and memories and hopes, do not presuppose pain. Of what then will these be the coming into being? There has not been lack of anything of which they could be the supplying anew.

That is a very solid argument against the argument that this paragraph leads off with, which must have been a common opinion at the time. It's not just hunger, though; if you stop breathing, very quickly you will suffer pain as a result of it. Anyone who has swum in deep water remembers how good the first breath was once you broke free of the surface. 

Nevertheless, what he's trying to get at is what pleasure itself really is, not just what it sometimes is. Any universal claim can be disproven by a single counterexample, and he has several.

In reply to those who bring forward the disgraceful pleasures one may say that these are not pleasant; if things are pleasant to people of vicious constitution, we must not suppose that they are also pleasant to others than these, just as we do not reason so about the things that are wholesome or sweet or bitter to sick people, or ascribe whiteness to the things that seem white to those suffering from a disease of the eye. Or one might answer thus-that the pleasures are desirable, but not from these sources, as wealth is desirable, but not as the reward of betrayal, and health, but not at the cost of eating anything and everything. Or perhaps pleasures differ in kind; for those derived from noble sources are different from those derived from base sources, and one cannot [experience] the pleasure of the just man without being just, nor that of the musical man without being musical, and so on.

So we're interested in pleasure itself, which makes these divisions of kinds of pleasure an interesting choice. The ignoble cannot feel the pleasure of a noble mind; and though there is some way in which pleasure is the same for all of us and in all cases, there are also distinctions we can make among them. Yet the answer that pleasure is good, "but not from these sources," leaves pleasure as a good -- even, he earlier suggested, the good if it is properly derived by the right kind of person. 

The fact, too, that a friend is different from a flatterer seems to make it plain that pleasure is not a good or that pleasures are different in kind; for the one is thought to consort with us with a view to the good, the other with a view to our pleasure, and the one is reproached for his conduct while the other is praised on the ground that he consorts with us for different ends. And no one would choose to live with the intellect of a child throughout his life, however much he were to be pleased at the things that children are pleased at, nor to get enjoyment by doing some most disgraceful deed, though he were never to feel any pain in consequence. And there are many things we should be keen about even if they brought no pleasure, e.g. seeing, remembering, knowing, possessing the virtues. If pleasures necessarily do accompany these, that makes no odds; we should choose these even if no pleasure resulted. It seems to be clear, then, that neither is pleasure the good nor is all pleasure desirable, and that some pleasures are desirable in themselves, differing in kind or in their sources from the others. So much for the things that are said about pleasure and pain.

So pleasure isn't a quality, but it is a good; yet not, in fact, the good. Pleasure at least seems to accompany activities, although it isn't quite an activity itself: the virtues are, and pleasure is meant to accompany them, but we should do the virtuous things in spite of whether there is any pleasure attached to them.

To Eke Out a Living, or a Name

So here's a fun bit of philology I learned today: "nickname" had the word eke in its forefront until people added the "n-" syllable because that happens with words that start with vowels sometimes. "Eke" means "to lengthen," but in contemporary English it's always used in the phrase "to eke out a living," so, to stretch. Well, people stretch names sometimes too, adding to them something of their own.

Glowing with Pride

Those of you who aren't fathers may not understand this, but bear with those of us who are. Today my son, in whom I am well pleased, was almost arrested on his college campus. This was because he was carrying a hatchet, which the campus police chose to interpret as a weapon instead of a tool. He stood his ground about it, made them apologize and give him back the axe. He was completely right about the law on this subject, which gives substantial leeway to the police but nevertheless does not forbid carrying a tool that might possibly be used as a weapon.

My wife doesn't get this, because in her mind if you were only a little more careful about obeying the rules -- staying clearly inside of the lines -- there wouldn't be any trouble, and peace and order would be maintained. I love her, but she's wrong. The only reason any of us are free at all is that someone held the line, right at the edge, and made the powers that be back off and respect the limits.

I've never been more proud. Not of anything I've ever done, nor anything at all. I doubt my father was ever this proud of me. I'm writing this down in the hope that someday he'll read it and know how proud he made me. I tried to tell him, but words are passing things.

Ulysses, by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

         This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle,—
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

         There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Happy Veteran's Day

It was a good ride when you were young enough to do it; best of luck to the kids doing it now.

Gesta Danorum


It's not as well known as the Norse sagas, but it's actually a good read.

Snow in November

Man, it’s cold. 

Merit

From a history of Henry II. of England in a Gutenberg project:
[A]s king and chancellor [Beckett] were riding together through the streets of London one bitter winter's day, they saw a poor old man clad in rags. Turning to his friend the king said, "Would it not be a meritorious act to give that poor old man a warm cloak?" The chancellor agreeing that it would indeed, Henry exclaimed, "You shall have the merit of this worthy act!" and seizing Becket's magnificent fur-lined cloak, after a short struggle secured it and flung it to the beggar.
In other news, eight Democratic Senators were assisted in performing a worthy act in agreeing to unfreeze SNAP benefits, after a short struggle.

It reminds me of a report a few years ago of some Marines assisting an obstreperous fellow to regain his composure.

A packed season for Constitutional issues

This is an excellent list of the dozens of cases stacked up in front of the Supreme Court at present. Not an analysis of the issues and prospects, just a handy summary of the general topic.

Music Inspired by C.S. Lewis' "The Screwtape Letters"

 So my son was headed to a concert tonight, and it turns out the album he was listening to by the group- The Oh Hellos- was inspired by C.S. Lewis "The Screwtape Letters".  This piqued my interest, and turns out the music is pretty good!

A couple tracks from the album "Dear Wormwood"-

Soldier, Poet, King


Thus Always to Tyrants


Enjoy!