Lamarck, according to a friend of mine, was a very grave and slightly mad theoretician. Marenna once asked me: Can you imagine generations of giraffes vainly stretching for the new leaves high above them? And each generation would pass onto their offspring a myth: we will become überbeasts, our bodies stretching to enormous proportions until our heads are level with the clouds. such confusion, such striving. Early death from starvation. Finally, a million years and the first modern giraffe reaches the uppermost branch. He eats the leaf. They crucify him for this. His genes are lost. The giraffes sluggishly regroup.

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