“They
ask us: 'Since blind chance may, amidst the infinite multitude of its
experiments, happen upon any results whatsoever, why may it not at
times happen upon some results wearing these appearances of orderly
adaptation?' I answer: the question puts the case falsely. Sometimes?
No. Always. The fact to be accounted for is, that Nature's results
have always an orderly adaptation. The question we retort, then,
takes this crushing form: How is it that in every one of Nature's
results, in every organ of every organized creature, which is known
in living or fossil Natural History, if the structure is comprehended
by us, we see the orderly adaptation? Where are Nature's failures?
Where the vast remains of that infinite mass of her haphazard,
aimless, orderless efforts? On the evolution theory, they should be
myriads of times as numerous as those structures which received some
successful adaptation. Let us recur to the illustration of the
Frenchman employing an eternity in throwing a basket of printer's
type abroad blindly, until, after perhaps an infinite number of
throws, he happened to get precisely that collocation which composed
the martial poems of Ennius. Why might it not happen like at last?
Suppose, I reply, that the condition of his experiments were this:
that he should throw a different basket in each trial, and that a
considerable part of all the types thrown in vain should remain
heaped around him; then, he and his experiments would have been
buried a thousand times over beneath the rubbish of his failures long
before the lucky throw were reached. But this is the correct
statement of the illustration.
The simple making of this statement explodes the whole plausibility,
leaving nothing but a bald absurdity. For, as has been already
stated, Evolution must admit the teachings of Paleontology. But the
later asserts that the organized beings of vast ages still exist, in
the form of fossils. Now, will the Evolutionist pretend that the
durable remains of the hurtful variations were less likely to
continue in the strata than those of the naturally selected? Not one
whit. Then, there should be, on his supposition, as large a portion
of the printer's types from every unsuccessful 'throw' left for our
inspection as from the sole successful one. Where are they?”
R.L.
Dabney, The Sensualistic Philosophy of the Nineteenth Century
Considered, Chapter 9
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