Marriage equality – a case study in too much democracy

Recent events may have given us a clearer understanding of one of the great values of ‘politics’ as we know it – and of why the pejorative ‘Canberra’ is such a useful epithet.

The representative democracy we have permits almost all of us to focus on the positive elements of our community – not to be regularly reminded of the differences that exist.

This is the sad reality that came to me far too soon after the result of the marriage equality poll was announced. Quite suddenly the euphoria was gone, replaced by the realisation that three in ten of the people of my country would – if they could – consciously and actively deprive their fellow Australians of something they themselves have and which can do no harm.

So let me concentrate on the good news. We now see what ‘politics’, ‘Parliament’ and ‘Canberra’ are for: to cover up or obfuscate deep differences of opinion that will always exist.

By codifying complex decisions and dressing them up in esoteric trappings, they lose their clarity – out of sight is out of mind. This fact lies behind the familiar jibe about laws and sausages being two things it’s better not to see being made.

And it becomes clearer now why so many people ascribe to ‘Canberra’ all the negativity normally associated with death, taxes and certain other unpleasant phenomena. ‘Canberra’ is, if you like, an impersonal collective noun for people who have the unenviable task of making judgement calls on matters of great complexity which, to those they represent, may be seen as black or white.

Pity the poor politician, so often wedged. Really.

‘Parliament’ is in this context a civic sobriquet used to dignify the unpalatable; to allow people in the pub and club to go on with their drinking untroubled by the fact that some of those around them are different.

Armed with this better understanding I suppose I must stop kicking against the pricks so much in defence of Canberra’s good name. The pejorative relates to what is done here, not what it’s like as a place in which to live.

In a piece last year called Marriage equality and greyhounds I discussed some of the relative merits of representative democracy and a system of ‘direct democracy’. In the latter, public policy issues, including proposed legislation, are determined by a vote of the entire body of adult citizens.

Having just experienced a dose of the latter on marriage equality, I see that I was not strong enough in condemning the idea. After the event I have a personal feeling of divisiveness on the matter.

In that piece I asked why the issue of marriage equality should be subject to a national poll but not the future of the greyhound industry. Those greyhounds were of course poetic proxies for other issues I hold dear, like a fair go for people in rural and remote areas, and equal access for everyone to education and health.

Marriage equality, we were told, is different because it is an issue “based in faith or conscience”. But the idea that there are only very few issues of this kind devalues the notion of ‘conscience’. The matter of marriage equality is critical in ensuring that some people can self-actualise to the greatest extent possible. But would we not say the same for access to meaningful work, home and shelter, education and health services?

Imagine if there was a non-binding, taxpayer-funded opinion poll on whether steps should be taken to subsidise access for rural people to nursing services or the internet. Anything less than a 100 per cent ‘Yes’ vote would divide us, – or at least would divide me, – through the realisation that, to some people, poor access for others does not matter or is not a priority.

A system of Citizens’ Initiated Referenda would continuously remind us of our differences. Right now I am worried about the 31 percent who actively want to deny equality. What if their number includes my neighbour, with whom I share dustbin and lawn-mowing duties in true brotherhood?

And what is (or was) the attitude of those of my friends who adhere to a set of beliefs structured around a deity of some kind or another? Did they opt to seek actively to deny something to my children and to theirs that has been available to them and to me?

For which of my friends did ‘Not In My Back Yard’ trump ‘Live and Let Live’? For which did adherence to a code of unwritten law sourced in religious belief trump ‘do no harm’? For whom did culture and custom outweigh compassion and understanding?

This is all too horrid. Better we agree that representative democracy is the best way, including for how it delegates to an elected few the difficult decisions, and permits the rest of us the option of keeping quiet, not saying, abrogating openness.

Let us trust debate and deliberation among our representatives in Parliament to determine people’s access to food, education, health and shelter, all of which must be matters of faith and conscience to those who make the decisions.

Then we can get back to the bar.

And to help excuse my negativity let it be my shout.

pic from the Australian

Lawrence’s daffodils

In an otherwise unprepossessing paddock near Yass in New South Wales, Lawrence Trevanion is doing beautiful and technically fascinating things with daffodils.

Where the beauty is concerned you don’t have to take my word for it. Have a look at his website at www.trevaniondaffodils.com.au/

Although too modest to mention it himself, Lawrence has an international reputation as a daffodil breeder. He has twice been a guest speaker at meetings of the American Daffodil Society.

Lawrence’s international reputation is associated with Narcissus bulbocodium, the petticoat or hoop-petticoat daffodil.

Currently his renown is growing due to his work on breeding with the green N. viridiflorus. He reports that “the very fertile N. viriquilla shows that the intersectional jonquilla hybrids are compatible with the intersectional viridiflorus hybrids”.

He is acknowledged in the American Daffodil Society’s Daffseek database as a pioneer breeder with N. elegans, a native of countries in the western Mediterranean. It has an orange corona and is sweetly scented. It grows in ‘bunches’ rather than as a solitary flower, and the leaves and flowers appear at the same time.

N. elegans

The paddock in which Lawrence undertakes what seems to be a labour of love is thickly grassed in a good year, with scattered eucalyptus trees and scrubby groundcover. It has the appearance of an unkempt sheep paddock, with kangaroo trails testament to their presence and their practised peregrinations. There is a small dam, full nearly to the brim when we visit him in late September.

Among the apparent normal grazing order is evidence of Lawrence’s detailed scientific – especially botanical – mind, applied over thousands of hours with patience, understanding and humility to the propagation of daffodils.

He works at the micro – and almost say microscopic – level, using tweezers to effect fertilisation between two selected cultivars.

People have been working at daffodil (or narcissus) hybridisation for well over a hundred years. There are over 30,000 named hybrids in the official register. But, like so much else in the natural world, it’s not a simple matter. The more one digs, the more complex it seems to be.

"It is generally acknowledged that the genus Narcissus presents great taxonomic problems, and there have been numerous attempts at its classification. Some authors have taken a very wide view of the concept of each species (e.g., Webb, 1980), resulting in as few as 26 recognised species, while some (e.g., Fernandes 1969b) have taken a very narrow view which results in the recognition of a great many species (upwards of 60), often involving a complex hierarchy of infraspecific taxa."

"Most of the groups – most frequently referred to as sections – are fairly obvious, for example the Trumpet daffodils, the Tazettas, the Pheasant's eyes, the Hoop Petticoats, the Jonquils, and so on, and these are the basic divisions in the genus recognised here."

"An additional complication to the taxonomy is posed by hybridisation. Most species of Narcissus will hybridise but, significantly, there is great variation in the fertility of the offspring, depending upon the degree of relationship between the parents. - - There has been a great deal of hybridisation in this very popular, garden-worthy genus, resulting in thousands of hybrid cultivars and selections (Kington, 1998), and doubtless this will continue. Although much of this work has been concerned with sophisticated selection for flower form and colour (e.g., pink and red coronas and apricot-coloured perianth segments), there are probably still some interesting lines of research that could be pursued using the many wild species. Taking just one possibility as an example, the autumn-flowering species (Narcissus serotinus, N. elegans and the green-flowered N. viridiflorus) could perhaps be utilised in the production of a race of larger-flowered autumnal narcissi, thus extending the overall flowering season of the garden forms by several months. With the great diversity of characters exhibited by the species and their numerous variants, there are great possibilities in this natural gene pool. However, some of the species are under threat in the wild, and many more will become so with increasing urban and tourist-based development."

[From the chapter by Brian Mathew, in Narcissus and Daffodil - The genus Narcissus, edited by Gordon R. Hanks, Horticulture Research International, Kirton, UK, Taylor & Francis e-library, 2005.]

On our visit Lawrence talks about his work with patience and good-humour, answering our questions with a chuckle, making it clear that more detail can be provided if we’re game.

If only one had listened more carefully at school or followed up on the biology lessons when it came time for genetics. If only one had a chart of the taxonomic hierarchy for Narcissus.

The story of how Lawrence became interested in the breeding and cultivation of daffodils is rich in emotion and deserving of poetry (or a good feature film) rather than mere prose.

As a youth walking through the bush near Bombala he was struck by finding daffodils which had been planted by early settlers a century or more before, the sole remnants of long gone bush houses and gardens. The apparently fragile yellow forms were still prospering where palings, brick footings, out-houses and other human-induced infrastructure had disappeared from view as a town became a village, a village a memory.

It’s as if daffodil bulbs and seed are possessed of more of the resilience needed to mark for future generations the places in which their forebears lived, loved and planted than those generations themselves.

Unperturbed by demographic change

He started collecting and exhibiting daffodils in Western Australia in the 90s. He moved to southern NSW as a scientist who, to use his own expression, “has spent a lifetime trying to avoid a career”.

Facebook confirms that Lawrence is known chiefly as a breeder of miniatures, particularly hoop petticoats. Another admiring visitor to Lawrence’s Elysian Field has posted:

"Row after row of standards, including doubles and splits, greeted us. An extraordinary collection of triandrus and jonquilla/fernandesii hybrids also took my eye, in yellows, whites, pinks, and combinations of each of them, including reverse bicolours."
Lawrence explains to Denny and Alpha
"As a former high school teacher in maths and science with a particular interest in biology, Lawrence was the 'full bottle' on the latest theories of genetic inheritance, breeding strategies and what-to-cross-with-what. The apparent fertility of triploids was due to their producing diploid gametes, he said. He aimed to produce small or miniature offspring which were both tetraploid and interfertile. Looking up from his contemplation of the seedling beds, into the distance, he complained about the local cockatoos and kangaroos."They're pests", he said. "The cockatoos pick the flowers and throw them on the ground, and the roos jump on them.""

Our initial connection with Lawrence and Jane was through the Woden Valley Youth Choir. Jane was for several years President of the WVYC Committee, with Lawrence the ever-present supporter, backroom assistant and (I seem to recall) photographer for special occasions. Since their daughter left the choir our relationship has become yellower, more daffodil. And what a delight that is.

I look forward to visiting the daffodils again next year. Lawrence – with Jane’s support – will describe the seasonal variation to which his variegated flock has been subject. He will crop us a bunch. He will answer the bigger and simple questions with patience, all over again; because I will have forgotten, and he will again seed his explanations with as much science as I can accommodate.

Picnic time in the Elysian Field

Dear Scott, So you want to clearly understand about split infinitives?

Dear Scott

So you want to clearly understand about split infinitives? And I gather that your concern is to more confidently avoid them in written reports you prepare?

My first piece of advice is to always rely on Fowler.

I don’t suppose I will ever be cast away on a desert island. But if I was, and if I could take just one book with me, it would be a Fowler.

We Fowler-philes – I know of at least one other – tend to think of it in those eponymous terms. In fact the book’s title is A Dictionary of Modern English Usage.

HW Fowler was an extraordinary man whose character and work are pleasingly brought to life in The Warden of English by Jenny McMorris. Fowler lived from 1858 to 1933. After twenty years as a secondary school teacher, in 1904 he started work for the Oxford Univ. Press. He was a physical fitness buff who for many years went for a daily run and an ocean swim. He married at 50 and at the age of 56, when war broke out, he wangled his way into the army and demanded to be sent to the front.

The main sources for McMorrris’ biography included the letters Fowler sent to his wife while he was in France during the war. Another was the collection of letters to and from the Oxford Univ. Press during his thirty years of work with it.

Modern English Usage (MEU) is fascinating about the niceties of English and endlessly amusing  – including on the subject of split infinitives.

"The English speaking world may be divided into (1) those who neither know nor care what a split infinitive is; (2) those who do not know, but care very much; (3) those who know & condemn; (4) those who know & approve; & (5) those who know & distinguish."

Potential readers of Fowler – who I hope will now include you, Scott – should be aware that one of the reviewers of McMorris’ biography warns that “anyone tempted to dip into MEU itself should be warned that the stamp of Fowler’s heart and mind is faint indeed in the heavily revised 1996 third edition, though it is clear in the 1965 second edition, which remains in print.”

Myself, I have access to “the stamp of Fowler’s heart and mind” through a copy of the first edition, initially published in 1926, and at least one of the second, the 1965 edition. (They can often be found at garage sales and in second hand book stores and should at all costs be preserved and given as gifts to members of the emoji generation.)

My second piece of advice is not to unnecessarily worry about the phenomenon. People split infinitives all the time and, sensibly enough, most listeners and readers are concerned with meaning, not syntax.  Recently I was at the doctor’s to get a repeat prescription. Concerned about how urgent it might be, and referring to a particular medicine, the practice manager said to me: “Have you ran out?” Her meaning was perfectly clear.

To know what a split infinitive is, one first needs to be able to identify an infinitive.

You will remember that verbs are ‘action’ or ‘doing’ or ‘occurrence’ words. Words like run, but also think and smile and reconsider and gamble and recognise. Some verbs are finite, others non-finite; some regular, others irregular; some transitive, others intransitive. But these are different stories; let’s pass over them for now.

All verbs have an infinitive part – which is (in modern parlance!) the ‘money word’ preceded by to. So the infinitives of the verbs just listed are to run, to think, to smile etc.

A split infinitive comes about when, in using the infinitive of a verb, one or more words is placed between the to and the action word. Thus: to regularly run, to immediately think and to charmingly smile are all split infinitives. In all three of these cases the offending word is an adverb, meaning that the phrase remains coherent despite the split infinitive.

If you don’t spot a split infinitive then almost by definition it didn’t do any harm – as long as the author’s intended meaning was conveyed.

If you did spot a split infinitive – as in the first three times the word to is used above in this piece – then there are two questions to ask:

does the splitting of the infinitive damage the meaning or lead to any ambiguity; and

does it result in an inelegant sentence structure, or rhythm, or sound?

It’s often the case that work by an author to undo a split infinitive in a drafted piece results in a sentence that is more elegant, perhaps has more gravitas and style than the one first drafted.

For instance it might have been better for me to have begun this piece as follows:

So you want clearly to understand about split infinitives?

And I gather that your concern is to be more confident at avoiding them in written reports you prepare?

My first piece of advice is this: Always rely on Fowler.

In each of these three cases the split infinitive has been fixed in a different manner: in the first, by reversing the order of the clearly and the to; in the second, by changing some words and the word order; and in the third by recasting the sentence to incorporate a colon.

So spotting the split infinitives in a first draft can be the stimulus or trigger for an author to consider alternative ways of casting the same information. Further consideration of a written draft is a positive thing. Good writing takes time and an author always has the option to consciously retain a split infinitive if doing so creates no stylistic or comprehension problems.