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Part 2

The Selfish Gene

This brings me to the first point I want to make about what this book is not. I am not advocating a morality based on evolution. I am saying how things have evolved. I am not saying how we humans morally ought to behave.?

I stress this, because I know I am in danger of being misunderstood by those people, all too numerous, who cannot distinguish a statement of belief in what is the case from an advocacy of what ought to be the case.?

My own feeling is that a human society based simply on the gene's law of universal ruthless selfishness would be a very nasty society in which to live. But unfortunately, however much we may deplore something, it does not stop it being true.?

My own feeling is that a human society based simply on the gene's law of universal ruthless selfishness would be a very nasty society in which to live. But unfortunately, however much we may deplore something, it does not stop it being true.?

This book is mainly intended to be interesting, but if you would extract a moral from it, read it as a warning. Be warned that if you wish, as I do, to build a society in which individuals cooperate generously and unselfishly towards a common good, you can expect little help from?

biological nature.?

Let us try to teach generosity and altruism, because we are born selfish. Let us understand what our own selfish genes are up to, because we may then at least have the chance to upset their designs, something that no other species has ever aspired to.?

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*Added Funeral Blues

Part 3

Funeral Blues

Stop all the docks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.?

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead'.

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.?

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.?

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.?

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*Added A Poem

Part 4

Together with you,

I want to idle away the time.

Lowering down our heads.

And watching the fish or walking away?

After leaving the tea cups on the table,

Ignoring the beautiful shadows they cast.?

I even want to idle away the sunset,

Taking a walk to kill the time

Till the stars fill up the night sky.?

I also want to idle away the time

When the wind arrives

Sitting in the corridor entranced,

Till the sorrow clouds in your eyes

Have blown away out of the window.

I have squandered my world,

It passes me by,

Tired and seemingly never loved.?

However, tomorrow.

I will still do the same, idling?

An eyeful of flowers,

Life should be just as beautiful

Or meaningless

Like a movie having been ignored.?

Desperate love and life sacrifice

Bring us a short while of silence.?

I want that we squander each other?

Together, idle away the short silence

And the long meaninglessness

Together, fritter away the delicate ancient universe.?

Like leaning against a wooden rail

And looking down at a mirror

A watery pool?

Till all the things that have been squandered

Behind our backs

Grow thin wings.?

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Part 5

Now, let me tell you something.

I have seen a thousand sunsets and sunrises,?

on land where it floods forest

and mountains with honey-coloured light,?

at sea where it rises and sets like a blood orange?

in a multi-coloured nest of cloud,?

slipping in and out of the vast ocean.?

I have seen a thousand moons:

harvest moons like gold coins,

winter moons as white as ice chips,

new moons like baby swans' feathers.?

I have seen seas as smooth as if painted,

coloured like shot silk or blue as a kingfisher

or transparent as glass or black and crumpled with foam,

moving ponderously and murderously.?

I have felt winds straight from the South Pole,

bleak and wailing like a lost child;

winds as tender and warm as a lover's breath;

winds that carried the astringent smell of salt and the death of seaweeds;

winds that carried the moist rich smell of a forest floor,

the smell of a million flowers.?

I have watched butterflies emerge and sit,

trembling, while the sun irons their wings smooth.

I have watched Tigers,

like flames, mating in the long grass.?

I have been dive-bombed by an angry Raven,

black and glossy as the Devil's hoof.

I have lain in water warm as milk, soft as silk,

while around me played a host of Dolphins.?

I have met a thousand animals and seen a thousand wonderful things.?

All this I did without you. This was my loss.?

All this I want to do with you. This is my gain.

All this I would gladly have forgone

for the sake of one minute of your company,

for your laugh, your voice, your eyes, hair, lips, body,

and above all for your sweet, ever surprising mind

which is an enchanting quarry in which it is my privilege to delve.?

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*Added Harry Potter

Part 6

As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.

"Potter, did she say?"

"The Harry Potter?"

The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him.?

Next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat.

He waited.

"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "

Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either.

There's talent, oh my goodness, yes — and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting, so where shall I put you?"?

Harry gripped the edges of the stool and thought, Not Slytherin, not Slytherin.

"Not Slytherin, eh?" said the small voice.

"Are you sure?

You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that — no?

Well, if you're sure better be GRYFFINDOR!"?

Harry heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall.

He took off the hat and walked shakily towards the Gryffindor table.

He was so relieved to have been chosen and not put in Slytherin, he hardly noticed that he was getting the loudest cheer yet.

Percy the Prefect got up and shook his hand vigorously, while the Weasley twins yelled,

"We got Potter! We got Potter!"?

Harry sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff he'd seen earlier.

The ghost patted his arm, giving Harry the sudden, horrible feeling he'd just plunged it into a bucket of ice-cold water.

He could see the High Table properly now.

At the end nearest him sat Hagrid, who caught his eye and gave him the thumbs up.

Harry grinned back.?

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