Peirce - Pythagorics - 1892
Peirce - Pythagorics - 1892
Peirce - Pythagorics - 1892
C h a r l e s S . Pei r c e
The Open Court No. 263 (Vol. VI36)
September 8, 1892, pp. 3375-3377.
The catholic kindness of the philosopher who conducts The Open Court gives me a
hearing before its bar, to present the claims of certain ideas. I accordingly purpose to
submit some reflections upon various methods of reasoningas well methods in vogue,
which I undertake to show faulty, as methods neglected or decried, the use of which I
shall advocate. These pleadings will make up a series of briefs, or articles, to be
entitled The Critic of Arguments, the word critic here meaning an art, like logic, etc.
But I shall beg leave to intersperse among these essays others relating to points in the
history of human reason, treated mostly with special reference to the practical lessons
they suggest.
Many loved Truth, and lavished lifes best oil
Amid the dust of books to find her,
Content at last, for guerdon of their toil,
With the cast mantle she hath left behind her.
So sang James Lowell. But he knew, as well as anybody, that no dryasdust could
ever have expected anything more from his plodding than the cast mantle of truth.
The individual scholar looks upon himself as only one of a vast army of ants who are,
collectively, building up something which no one of them comprehend in advance or is
destined ever to see, but which is to be the solace, stimulus, and strength of future
generations. The students life would lack something of its proper dignity if he did not
well know, at the outset, that in embracing it, and thus surrendering the ordinary joys
of life, he has to look forward to no personal compensation, material or sentimental. I
mean this of the American student only, for of course all is very different in continental
Europe, where learned men are sought after by universities, and have an honorable
status, instead of being counted as cranks. What is a bit discouraging in his prospect, to
a young man who contemplates devoting himself to intellectual affairs, is the assurance
that all his life long he will be prevented from doing his work thoroughly well, and from
competing with European rivals, owing to the impossibility of procuring the necessary
books. True, there are a few great libraries in the expensive cities, open at stated
hours. But to study one must burn the midnight oil, and must have many books always at
hand. No poor grub will, in any of the dream that inanition brings, ever fancy that,
among the rich Grolier clubs, a single bibliophile could be found who would deprive
himself of half a dozen rare volumes in order, with the proceeds of their sale, to
purchase a thousand works of value to be loaned to one who would actually use them
for the worlds good!
In these days, we have seen all sorts of artisans and manual laborers associating
themselves to enforce the respect of those with whom they deal; but it was only a little
while ago that I heard of the actual existence of a secret society of scientific-students,
called the Pythagorean Brotherhood.
It is a beautiful name. I would it were given to me to write the life of Pythagoras;
for it is not only the sublimest of all human biographies, but the task would also afford a
unique opportunity of showing how a true logic would deal with a great mass of weak
testimony, and of putting in a clear light the futility of the canons which historical
critics are now in the habit of applying to such cases. Open any modern history of
philosophy and you will find that the story of Pythagorasexcept in a few colorless
outlinesis erased altogether, on the ground that it rests upon very late authorities, to
follow whom would not be safe. Can anybody explain what that word means? The
Latin salvus sum means: I come out without loss; and so when an insurance company
judges a risk safe, they mean that they will take a thousand like it and that what they
lose on some of them will be made good on others. If this is the sense in which historical
beliefs are said to be safe or otherwise, one essential factor in determining whether
they should be so regarded must be their value to us in case they are true. One would
risk more for the sake of knowing that the ideal Pythagoras lived, than he would for the
sake of knowing that the Platonic Socrates lived. The best of the story should be true,
to judge by the elevated character of all the Pythagoreans we hear of; and when we
remember how intensely secretive they were, and how they refrained from so much as
naming their master, the late divulgement of |3376| the facts is no way surprising. But
be the story true or false, it remains one of the most precious of biographies, because it
inspires and inflames the heart of the reader with a great and lofty ideal of humanity. In
this light, the suppression of it in modern books shows the queer earth-worship of our
day. Are ideals unembodied of no account? I wot they must be reckoned with, even in
computing the active forces of this world.
At any rate, it is certain that Pythagoras really lived, and that in the sixth
century before Christ, the Tarquins then reigning in Rome, he established in the great
city of Crotona, at the southernmost point of the Gulf of Tarentum, a scientific secret
society, one main purpose of which was to control the policy and conduct of the
government, and to sway the minds of the citizens? * There is no reason to doubt that
full members of this brotherhood surrendered their property; and they must have
supported themselves by means of their superior knowledge, probably in mathematics.
This was not publicly understood; for only the initiated, by means of secret signals,
could tell who were and who were not Pythagoreans. That they made great advances in
mathematics is an established fact. If there are those who disbelieve their masters
having discovered the forty-seventh proposition of the first book of Euclid (which
commonly bears his name), and the thirty-first proposition of the third book, their
disbelief comes from the use of canons that embody a sceptical temper, but not a sane
logic. Indeed, there are men who seem to conceive that the less they believe the more
highly scientific they are. The Pythagoreans attached significance to numbers. They had
a number of justice, 4 or, perhaps 3, or 5; a number of health, 6 or 7; a number of
marriage, 5, 3, or 6; and a number of light, 7 or 6. One was the origin; two, stalwart
resistance; three, mediation and beauty; four, the key of nature; five, color; six, life;
seven, the lucky time; eight, the Cadmean number; etc. But preeminent above all was
ten, the sacred number, the principle and guide of human life, the number of Power.
There was some great secret attached to ten, and the Pythagorean oath made special
reference to it. The testimony of antiquity is unequivocal that the Pythagoreans kept
their mathematical discoveries secret. But the sapient modern critic sees fit to reject
this statement. Do you ask why? Simply, because it is not probable. But since I do not
myself carry about in my breast any such unerring and heaven-born sense of the
probable, there is nothing for me to do but to believe that the Pythagoreans did keep
their mathematical discoveries to themselves; and all testimony there is in favor of this
fact fails to rouse in me an impulse to deny it. That is where, I suppose, I am wanting in
the true critical spirit. But since they must have earned their living by the practice of
the mathematical artscomputation, book-keeping, mensuration, surveying, etcit
would plainly be to the interest of the guild that this mistery should remain a mystery
to outsiders. When Boethius, about A. D. 500, gives an account of a sort of abacus,
consisting of a table ruled in columns for the decimal places, in which columns
characters substantially the same as our Arabic figures, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, were
written, he says that this table and these digit-characters were used by the Pythagorics.
True, the genuineness of this passage has been much disputed, notwithstanding one of
the manuscripts dating from the tenth century, long before the introduction of the
Arabic notation into Europe. But these doubts are now given up, at any rate by the best
authorities. Still, I hardly need say that every self-respecting critic rejects the
statement of Boethius that these figures were used by the Pythagoreans. For how could
Boethius, A. D. 500, know anything about the secrets of a club of which we, WE
ourselves, even WE, hear little, subsequent to A. D. 200? Yet certain singular facts call
for explanation. The figures which we have seen were known to a few persons in Rome
A.D. 500, but had never before been publicly spoken of throughout the widest limit of
the Roman Empire (unless perhaps in Egypt, where some hieratic characters are fancied
to resemble them) are modifications of the letters of an old Bactrian alphabet, at that
time for centuries disused. Nor, after that time, were these figures heard of again until
Muhammud ben Musa brought them once more from Khiva in the ninth century, at the
summons of the Arabian Khalif. When, in the twelfth century, they first appear again in
Europe, they are strangely attributed, not to Arabians, Turks, Parthians, Bactrians,
Egyptians, nor Pythagorics, but to the Chaldees; and they bear these outlandish names:
1. Igin
2. Andras
3. Ormis
4. Arbas
5. Quimas
6. Caltis
7. Zebis
8. Temenias
9. Celentis
0. Sipos
*Critics pronounce the statement that he publicly exhibited his golden thigh as an
absurd fiction, but Aristotle is the witness to it, and his testimony cannot be lightly put
aside. Crotona was a commercial city, and proably the Crotonates were so eager for
gold that at the sight of it they lost their reason, and Pythagoras deemed it wise to turn
that madness to the service of philosophy.