The Invisible Century: Einstein, Freud and the Search for Hidden Universes. Richard Panek
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Listen.
And so the boy listened. His father had something to tell him. Hand in hand, they were going for a walk during which, in the manner they’d recently adopted, the father would attempt to impart to his son some lesson about life. On this occasion, the story concerned an incident that had happened to the father years earlier, on the streets of the city of Freiberg, the boy’s birthplace. The father, then a young man, had been walking along minding his own business when a stranger came up to him and in one swift motion knocked his new fur hat off his head, called him a Jew, and told him to get off the pavement. The boy dutifully listened to his father describe this scene, and he had to wonder: So what did you do? His father answered quietly that he had simply stepped into the roadway and picked up his cap. The boy and his father then walked along in silence. The boy was considering this answer. He knew his father was trying to tell him something about how times had changed and how the treatment of Jews was better today. But that’s not what the boy was thinking. Some three decades later, when Sigmund Freud recalled this scene, he couldn’t remember whether he had been ten or twelve at the time, but the impression he’d taken away from that encounter he could still summon and summarize drily: “This struck me as unheroic conduct on the part of the big, strong man who was holding the little boy by the hand.”
An impression, anyway. By the time Freud was committing this memory to paper, he was beginning to understand that any interpretation of the encounter on that long-ago day depended as much on what the boy had wanted to hear as on what the man had been trying to say, or even on what he, by now a father several times over, wished to believe about his father or himself, or about fathers and sons—depended, that is, on the vagaries of the human thought process. Not necessarily because of that conversation with his father (though maybe so; who knows?), it was the human thought process at the most basic level that Freud had grown up to explore: the pathways of nerves along which thoughts travel as they make their way through the brain. And so successful at tracing those paths were the neuroanatomists of Freud’s generation that they seemed to have reached, as one contemporary historian of science declared, “the very threshold of mind.”
That threshold was the neuron. Freud himself sought it, and in the early 1880s, as a young neuroanatomist fresh out of medical school, he even delivered a lecture before the Vienna Psychiatric Society about his own research into the structure of the nervous system. Although his subject that day was not specifically the ultimate point of connection between the fibers from two separate nerve cells within the human brain, he allowed himself a moment’s speculation on what form such a juncture might take, though he immediately, and judiciously, added, “I know that the existing material is not sufficient for a decision on this important physiological problem.”
Over the following decade, Freud metamorphosed from complacent researcher, pursuing his intuitions in a hospital laboratory in Vienna, to insecure clinician, struggling to establish a private medical practice so he could support a family, to some uneasy and perhaps unwieldy hybrid of the two, splitting his time between the laboratory and the clinic—between the theory and the practice of medicine. Yet even in private practice Freud continued to monitor neuroanatomical research as it raced toward its seemingly inevitable conclusion. If each central nerve cell in the brain exists in isolation from every other central nerve cell, as researchers had determined within Freud’s lifetime, it must still establish a connection with other central nerve cells. So: Where was it? Find that specific point of connection, as the neuroanatomists of Freud’s generation understood, and you’ll have found, at long last, the final piece in the puzzle of man.
As recently as the first quarter of the nineteenth century, that puzzle had seemed potentially insoluble, in large part because of the limitations inherent in the only instrument that might conceivably assist such an investigation. Back in the 1670s, when Antonius von Leeuwenhoek and other natural philosophers began reporting what they could see by examining terrestrial objects through a microscope, this new method of investigation might have seemed to offer limitless possibilities for anatomists. That promise, however, pretty much vanished once they got a good look at the infinitesimal scale of what they’d be studying. Leeuwenhoek himself reported that the finest pieces of matter he could see in animal tissue were simply “globules,” and for well over a century anatomists were left to concoct hypotheses about what these globulous objects might be without being able to see them any better than Leeuwenhoek had. As late as 1821, the English surgeon Charles Bell—who himself had only just recently distinguished between those nerves that carry the sensory impulses, or sensations, to the brain and those that carry the motor impulses, or instructions on how the body should respond, from the brain—gave up on the brain itself: “The endless confusion of the subject induces the physician, instead of taking the nervous system as the secure ground of his practice, to dismiss it from his course of study, as a subject presenting too great irregularity for legitimate investigation or reliance.”
Only five years later, however, British physicist Joseph Jackson Lister effectively revolutionized the microscope through improvements to the objective lens—the one nearer the specimen—that mostly eliminated distortions and color aberrations. Before this advance, neuroanatomy hadn’t been much more than speculation supported by inadequate, incomplete or imprecise observation—supported by further speculation even. Now a new breed of anatomist could explore tissue at a level of detail that was literally microscopic—the technique that would become known as histology.
In 1827, only a year after inventing his achromatic microscope, Lister himself (along with the physician Thomas Hodgkin) decisively refuted all the variations on Leeuwenhoek’s “globular” hypothesis that had arisen over the preceding century and a half. The globules, it turned out, were illusions, mere tricks of the light that Lister’s new lens system could now correct. By utilizing the achromatic microscope to examine brain tissue, Lister reported, “one sees instead of globules a multitude of very small particles, which are most irregular in shape and size.” To these particles anatomists applied a term that the first microscopists back in the seventeenth century had used to describe some of the smallest features they could see, though now it came to refer only to the basic units of organisms, both plant and animals: cells. These cells, moreover, seemed always to be accompanied by long strands, or fibers. That a relationship between these cells and fibers existed in the central nervous system—the brain and spinal cord—formed the basis of Theodor Schwann’s cell theory of 1839, a tremendous advance in knowledge from even fifteen years earlier. “However,” as one researcher reported in 1842, “the arrangement of those parts in relation to each other is still completely unknown.”
Some researchers argued that the fibers merely encircled the cells without having an anatomical connection to them. Some argued that the fibers actually emanated from the cells. Such was the density of the mass of material in the central nervous system, however, that even the achromatic microscope couldn’t penetrate it sensibly. Despite the promise of clarity that Lister’s improvements at first had seemed to offer, by the 1850s anatomists were beginning to resign themselves to the realization that the precise nature of the relationship between cells and fibers would have to remain a mystery, unless another technological advance came along.
It did, in 1858, two years after Freud was born, when the German histologist Joseph von Gerlach invented microscopic staining—a way to dye a sample so that the object under observation would bloom into a rich color against the background. The object under observation in this case was a central nerve cell, complete with an attendant network of fibers. Now neuroanatomists could see for themselves that the fibers and the cells were indeed anatomically connected. They could also see that the central nerve cells exist only in the gray matter of the brain and spinal cord, never the white. And they could see that even where a central nerve cell is part of a dense concentration within the gray matter, it exists apart from any other central nerve cell, in seeming isolation.
But