![]() You peel back the skin and take stock of its guts. When a body is mysterious, you cut it open. I will be systematic, sterile, and observant - the most careful dissector I can manage to be.Īnd if, at the end, I still don’t know what to say, I suppose I’ll have to admit my failure. I’m going to set the pieces out on a table, label each in intelligible script. I’m going to take a scalpel to its organs and remove them one by one. I’m going to draw a slit down my dissection and put my fingers in its innards. ![]() So I want to take another look, as a matter of pride. ![]() If, at its conclusion, the squid is still foreign - and the encounter an unanswered question - then I must have done something wrong. It is commonsense inquiry and there’s no reason to be confused. It is a procedure, a way of looking, an act of investigation. ![]() What, exactly, was I doing?īut we all know what it means to dissect something. A few months ago, I cut open a gelatinous sea creature to take a look inside. I’m not sure what went awry, but I am unsettled. I poked around in the squid with a flagging sense of purpose and the nagging feeling that I was missing something important. The longer I dissected, the less clear my agenda seemed to be. The squid was unsurprisingly strange: all tentacles and ooze and sets of sharp hidden teeth.
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