Time, Love , Memory
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Acclaim for JONATHAN WEINER’s
Time, Love, Memory
“Superlative.… Weiner has a rare gift for the poetry of experiment. With sparkle and considerable intelligence, he deftly reanimates the husk of technical discourse with the passion, prejudices and emotional outbursts that make scientific research such a fundamentally human enterprise.”
—The Los Angeles Times
“A lovely book.… A wonderful description of biologists at work together.”
—The New York Times Book Review
“Time, Love, Memory is a beautifully written book that seamlessly weaves together science, history and personalities.”
—Scientific American
“[A] compelling, well-written story.”
—The Seattle Times
“Stellar.… Weiner’s compelling portrait tells how [Seymour Benzer] and his fruit flies bestow one of the most scientifically significant legacies of the century.”
—Science News
JONATHAN WEINER
Time, Love, Memory
Jonathan Weiner worked as a writer and editor at The Sciences. He is the author of Planet Earth, The Next One Hundred Years, and The Beak of the Finch, which won both the Los Angeles Times Book Prize and the Pulitzer Prize. During the writing of Time, Love, Memory, he was Visiting Fellow in the Department of Molecular Biology at Princeton University, and then McGraw Professor in Writing. He lives in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, with his wife and their two sons.
ALSO BY JONATHAN WEINER
The Beak of the Finch
The Next One Hundred Years
Planet Earth
FIRST VINTAGE BOOKS EDITION, APRIL 2000
Copyright © 1999 by Jonathan Weiner
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by Vintage Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto. Originally published in hardcover in the United States by Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, in 1999.
Vintage and colophon are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.
The Library of Congress has cataloged the Knopf edition as follows:
Weiner, Jonathan.
Time, love, memory : a great biologist and his quest for the origins of behavior / by Jonathan Weiner. — 1st ed.
p. cm.
Includes bibliographical references.
ISBN 0-679-44435-1 (alk. paper)
1. Behavior genetics. 2. Benzer, Seymour. I. Title.
QH457.W43 1999
591.5—dc21 98-43128
Vintage ISBN: 0-679-76390-2
eBook ISBN: 978-0-8041-5336-2
Author photograph © Dickson Sorensen
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For two good friends:
my brother, Eric,
and John Bonner
Little Fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brush’d away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
—WILLIAM BLAKE,
“The Fly,”
from Songs of Experience
Contents
Cover
About the Author
Other Books by This Author
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Epigraph
PART ONE: OCCAM’S CASTLE ONE From So Simple a Beginning
TWO The White-Eyed Fly
THREE What Is Life?
FOUR The Finger of the Angel
FIVE A New Study, and a Dark Corner
PART TWO: KONOPKA’S LAW SIX First Light
SEVEN First Choice
EIGHT First Time
NINE First Love
TEN First Memory
PART THREE: PICKETT’S CHARGE ELEVEN The Drosophila Arms
TWELVE Cloning an Instinct
THIRTEEN Reading an Instinct
FOURTEEN Singed Wings
FIFTEEN The Lord’s Masterpiece
SIXTEEN Pavlov’s Hat
SEVENTEEN Rough Mountain
EIGHTEEN The Knot of Our Condition
NINETEEN Pickett’s Charge
Notes
Acknowledgments
Illustration Credits
PART ONE
Occam’s Castle
Would it be too bold to imagine, that in the great length of time, since the earth began to exist, perhaps millions of ages before the commencement of the history of mankind, would it be too bold to imagine, that all warm-blooded animals have arisen from one living filament … possessing the faculty of continuing to improve by its own inherent activity, and of delivering down those improvements by generation to its posterity, world without end!
—ERASMUS DARWIN,
Zoonomia, 1794
My handwriting same as Grandfather.
—CHARLES DARWIN,
a scribble in the M notebook, 1838
CHAPTER ONE
From So Simple a Beginning
The ancient precept, “Know thyself,” and the modern precept, “Study nature,” become at last one maxim.
—RALPH WALDO EMERSON,
“The American Scholar”
The nearest gnat is an explanation.
—WALT WHITMAN,
“Song of Myself”
SEYMOUR BENZER’S laboratory runs along two corridors of Church Hall at the California Institute of Technology in Pasadena. His private workroom is at the corner where the corridors meet. Here he keeps his own tools and trophies, and an owl’s hours. It is a windowless room lined with plastic bins that Benzer labeled decades ago in his spidery black script: Lenses, Mirrors, Needles, Wires, Pencils, Switches, Toothpicks, Pipe Cleaners, anything and everything he might need for an experiment in the middle of the night, including Teeth (Human and Shark).
The old gray benchtop is all test tubes and bottles: mostly standard-issue laboratory stock, but here and there a half-pint milk bottle with heavy scratched glass and antique advertising (“5 cents—Just a Little Better”) stoppered with a foam-rubber cork. These tubes and bottles hold a sampling of the hundreds of mutants that Benzer and his students, his students’ students, and his competitors have engineered.
The mutants are fruit flies, and their mutations have changed their behavior. One of them is timeless, a clock mutant. In a windowless room like this one, the fly seems to wake and sleep at random intervals, as if it has broken its covenant with day and night, so that day and night will not come at their appointed time. Another is dissatisfaction, a female mutant that does not like males and keeps flicking them away with her wings. Then there is pirouette, which moves at first in big arcs, then in smaller and smaller arcs, like certain problems in science, turning at last on a single point, until it sometimes starves to death.
In the seventeenth century, the French philosopher Blaise Pascal looked up at the night sky and then looked down at a mite, picturing “legs with joints, veins in its legs, blood in the veins, humors in the blood, drops in the humors, vapors in the drops,” and onward and downward to the atoms. “The eternal silence of these infinite spaces fills me with dread,” he wrote. He meant two infinite spaces, which he called the two infinites of science, one above and around him, the other below and inside him. Of the two infinites, the space that frightened him more was the space that he could not begin to see, the stardust of atoms that made up his very thoughts and fears and moved the fingers around his pen. “Anyone who considers himself in this way will be terrified at himself.”
The twentieth century was a long spiral inward on Pascal’s path, beginning w
ith a single mutant fly in a milk bottle in the century’s first years, and reaching the atoms that Pascal dreaded to sec near the century’s close. If the spiral leads where it now promises or threatens to lead, this may be remembered as one of the most significant series of discoveries since science began, matching the discoveries of twentieth-century physics. In the universe above and around us, physics opened new views of space and time; in the universe below and inside us, biology opened first glimpses of the foundation stones of experience: time, love, and memory.
What are the connections, the physical connections, between genes and behavior? What is the chain of reactions that leads from a single gene to a bark, or a laugh, or a song, or a thought, or a memory, or a glimpse of red, or a turn toward a light, or a raised hand, or a raised wing? The first scientists to look seriously at this question were the revolutionaries who figured out what genes are made of atom by atom—the founders of the science now known as molecular biology. Seymour Benzer was one of those revolutionaries, and he and his students took the enterprise farthest. Benzer’s work on the problem was quiet, his students’ work was quiet, and their story has never been told. But to a large extent the hard science of genes and behavior came out of their fly bottles. In this sense the fly bottle is one of the most significant legacies that the science of the twentieth century bequeaths to the twenty-first, a great gift and disturbance that human knowledge conveys to the night thoughts and day-to-day life of the third millennium. Pascal quoted Saint Augustine: “The way in which minds are attached to bodies is beyond our understanding, and yet this is what we are.”
FROM A SHELF in his workroom, Benzer takes down a dusty set of test tubes. They are bound together in such a way that he can slide one test tube mouth to mouth with another test tube, like one cup lidding another, to form a series of sealed glass tunnels. They look something like panpipes. The design is so simple that the first model he built back in the 1960s still works. Now the London Science Museum has a replica, and someone from the San Francisco Exploratorium wants to automate one so that it will cycle through its paces over and over inside a glass display case.
Benzer dusts off the test tubes and lays them down flat on the benchtop before him. Then he lays a dim fluorescent bulb of fifteen watts on the far side of the benchtop. When he switches off the overhead lights, the fluorescent bulb glints on the test tubes and gleams on his reading glasses. The rows of bottles and bins, the stacks of books and manuscripts drop halfway into shadow. The light just catches the outlines of an ammonite propped against the far wall, a fossil shell the shape of a coiled elephant’s trunk; and a row of trilobites, stone fossils with bulbous eyes. In the far corner of the sanctum a human brain sits in the dark. Benzer keeps meaning to find a proper jar for the brain. He wants to put it on his desk as a memento mori or a memento vivere (“Remember to live”). The brain waits in a bucket of formaldehyde, and what is left of its spinal cord curls in the bottom of the bucket like the lifeline of an embryo.
Benzer got the idea for his panpipes one night in 1966, when he put two test tubes mouth to mouth to make one long tube with a single fruit fly trapped inside it. He turned out the light; he rapped the tubes on his benchtop to make the fly drop to the bottom; and he laid the tubes flat on the benchtop with the fly at one end of the tunnel and a small dim light at the other. Sitting in the shadows, he watched the fly in the tunnel move toward the light, just as he had expected it to do, because according to the textbooks a grown fruit fly in a dark place is attracted to light—so is a grown human being in a similar situation. The next fly also moved toward the light. But he was surprised to see that when he put a single fly through this simple trial a few times in a row, the fly did not always do the same thing. One fly raced to the light once, walked to it the next time, and then quit. Another fly ignored the light the first time and then raced for it at the next opportunity. Most flies did choose the light most of the time, but each trial seemed unpredictable.
In 1966 it was already clear that however else historians would remember the twentieth century, they would remember it for the discovery of the atomic theory of matter and the atomic theory of inheritance. Physicists and geneticists had developed both theories early in the century. At midcentury a small circle of young scientists, including Benzer and Francis Crick (both lapsed physicists) and James Watson (a lapsed ornithologist) had united the two theories. They discovered what genes are made of atom by atom—the double helix, the spiral staircase of DNA; they mapped the fine structure of the gene down to the level of its atoms; and they cracked the code in which the genetic messages are written. They now knew precisely what a gene is physically, although they did not know how to connect the details they were looking at, which were atomic, with the details of the living world that most interested them and interest all of us: hands, eyes, lips, thoughts, acts, behavior. Within ten years the physicists-turned-biologists had learned so much about genes that they had begun to look around and above the genes for new worlds to conquer. To the boldest, many worlds beckoned, innumerable lines of work radiated outward from the gene, including the problems of the origin of life; the growing embryo; consciousness; and behavior, a problem that Crick called “attractively mysterious, one of the last true secrets in biology.”
Watson, Crick, Benzer, and their circle had arrived at the double helix by working with viruses and E. coli bacteria in petri dishes. But they knew that geneticists before them had worked out the atomic theory of inheritance using fruit flies in milk bottles. Benzer has a strong, somewhat sentimental sense of history, and it appealed to him to make the next great leap forward by going back. Fruit flies are bigger than bacteria, but they are still tiny. They are grains of sand with wings, small enough to crawl through the mesh of screen doors, almost as small as Pascal’s mites, so small that Aristotle mistook them for gnats. Coming from physics and from E. coli, Benzer saw them as atoms of behavior, and he thought they might be the perfect creatures with which to found a new science, an atomic theory of behavior.
By chance, the very first published laboratory study of Drosophila, or fruit flies, a long-forgotten paper that he tracked down some time afterward, had been a report on the flies’ behavior: their reactions to light, gravity, and mechanical stimulation. Even that first report, which appeared in 1905, had suggested that the flies’ instinct for light is not simple. If their jar was sitting on the windowsill—a biologist at Harvard reported—most of the flies would come to rest on the sides of the jar with their heads pointed away from the sun. But turn the jar slightly, and nearly every fly instantly flew toward the window.
To Benzer, Drosophila looked like just the happy medium he was looking for. An E. coli bacterium is a single cell. In a sense, he could think of it as a nervous system with a single neuron. At birth, a human baby has about one hundred billion neurons, one for every star in the Milky Way. A fruit fly has about one hundred thousand neurons, so it is the geometric mean between the simplest and the most complicated nervous system we know. Likewise, the mass of a single E. coli bacterium is one ten-trillionth of a gram. The mass of a man is one hundred thousand grams. The fly is roughly the geometric mean, at two thousandths of a gram. And a bacterium has a generation time of a hundredth of a day, while a human being has a generation time of ten thousand days (ten thousand days, to pick a generous round number, before one human being produces another). A fly has a generation time of about ten days, again roughly a geometric mean between the two. Even the number of genes in the fly is a mean between bacteria and human beings. In very round numbers a bacterium has 4,000 genes, a human being has 70,000 genes, and a fly has 15,000 genes, which puts it once again between the simplest and the most complicated creatures we know on the planet.
BENZER MODELED his test-tube experiment after a laboratory routine that he had learned from a chemist. The chemist used a simple trick to separate two compounds that were mixed together. One of his compounds would dissolve slightly more easily in oil and the other more easily in water. So the chemist
put his mixture in oil and water and shook it up. He let the oil and water separate, oil above and water below. Then he transferred the top layer to a new tube and the bottom layer to another tube. He added fresh oil and water and shook them up again. When he had done this enough times, he found that he had separated the two compounds. The tube of oil now had an almost pure sample of the compound that liked oil, the tube of water an almost pure sample of the compound that liked water. Chemists call this the countercurrent distribution method because in a sense it sets currents flowing in opposite directions: one compound flowing upward, the other flowing downward.
So Benzer decided to make his own countercurrent apparatus. He assumed that most of the flies in the world’s fly bottles like the light somewhat more than the dark but that a few might like the dark somewhat more than the light. He wanted to let the flies sort themselves into two more or less pure sets of particles, the light-lovers and the dark-lovers. Then he would look for the genes that made the difference. After some trial and error he hit on the idea of the panpipes. By mounting a set of test tubes in such a way that they could slide against each other, he could carry out a series of simple sorting operations, just like the chemist’s.
Sitting now in the half-dark of his workroom, he uncorks one of his antique milk bottles (“just a Little Better”), and he inserts a few dozen fruit flies into the tube on the far left of his countercurrent apparatus: Tube Zero. Then he raps the whole set of tubes on the benchtop a few times. In the quiet of his workroom in the middle of the night, the sound is like a pounding on the door. The raps knock the flies to the bottom of Tube Zero, and the flies swarm there a moment in the half-light, flailing as if in free fall. They are so small that they really do look like the Greek idea of atoms, points whirling in space, almost invisible and absolutely indivisible. (Atomos means “unsplittable.”)