Observing Naked Mole-Rats
Smithsonian going full Franz Kafka. It must be all this talk: Simone de Beauvoir on Love, Jealousy and Marriage, ...
See Kafka's two unfinished short stories: Der Bau (The Burrow) and Der Riesenmaulwurf (The Giant Mole). Texts in original German: Der Bau and Der Riesenmaulwurf
This may not always have been the natural habitat of mole-rats. It seems highly plausible, to me, that they evolved to be this way, by selection pressure, which principally would have come from human activity. The insect-like social structure of the colonies (1 minute 19 seconds) could have a genetic cause, and may apply to human beings too, as apparently evidenced by the Inca Royalty.
Franz Kafka evidently thought about this too. See Die Verwandlung (The Metamorphosis) published in 1915, a few months after these two stories.
The Giant Mole (or The Village Schoolmaster) was written on the night of December 18th, 1914:
Kafka worked in his father's factory. See:
See Over By Christmas:
See Kafka's two unfinished short stories: Der Bau (The Burrow) and Der Riesenmaulwurf (The Giant Mole). Texts in original German: Der Bau and Der Riesenmaulwurf
This may not always have been the natural habitat of mole-rats. It seems highly plausible, to me, that they evolved to be this way, by selection pressure, which principally would have come from human activity. The insect-like social structure of the colonies (1 minute 19 seconds) could have a genetic cause, and may apply to human beings too, as apparently evidenced by the Inca Royalty.
Franz Kafka evidently thought about this too. See Die Verwandlung (The Metamorphosis) published in 1915, a few months after these two stories.
The Giant Mole (or The Village Schoolmaster) was written on the night of December 18th, 1914:
Yesterday wrote "The village schoolmaster" almost without knowing it, but was afraid to go on writing later than a quarter to two; the fear was well founded, I slept hardly at all, merely suffered through perhaps three short dreams and was then in the office in the condition one would expect. Yesterday father's reproaches on account of the factory: 'you talked me into it.' Then went home and calmly wrote for three hours in the consciousness that my guilt is beyond question, though not so great as father pictures it.
Kafka worked in his father's factory. See:
See Over By Christmas:
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