The Blind Watchmaker: Why the Evidence of Evolution Reveals a Universe Without Design

Title: The Blind Watchmaker: Why the Evidence of Evolution Reveals a Universe Without Design
Author(s): Richard Dawkins
Release year: 1986
Publisher: Norton & Company, Inc

Why in Database: The turtles in this book are mentioned only once, in the context of reptiles.

‘Reptiles’ is not a true taxonomic term, according to cladists, because it is defined by exception: all amniotes except birds and mammals. In other words, the most recent common ancestor of all ‘reptiles’ (snakes, turtles, etc.) is also ancestral to some non-‘reptiles’, namely birds and mammals.

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A Brief History of Time: From the Big Bang to Black Holes

Title: A Brief History of Time: From the Big Bang to Black Holes
Author(s): Stephen Hawking
Release year: 1988
Publisher: Bantam Books

Why in Database: The turtle elements, in a way, binds this book together. They appear twice, first at the very beginning in a fomr of a well-known anecdote presenting the “infinite turtle tower“. At the very end the author refers to it again in the summary.

A well-known scientist (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy. He described how the earth orbits around the sun and how the sun, in turn, orbits around the center of a vast collection of stars called our galaxy. At the end of the lecture, a little old lady at the back of the room got up and said: “What you have told us is rubbish. The world is really a flat plate supported on the back of a giant tortoise.” The scientist gave a superior smile before replying, “What is the tortoise standing on.” “You’re very clever, young man, very clever,” said the old lady. “But it’s turtles all the way down!”
Most people would find the picture of our universe as an infinite tower of tortoises rather ridiculous, but why do we think we know better? What do we know about the universe, and how do we know it? Where did the universe come from, and where is it going? Did the universe have a beginning, and if so, what happened before then? What is the nature of time? Will it ever come to an end? Can we go back in time? Recent breakthroughs in physics, made possible in part by fantastic new technologies, suggest answers to some of these longstanding questions. Someday these answers may seem as obvious to us as the earth orbiting the sun – or perhaps as ridiculous as a tower of tortoises. Only time (whatever that may be) will tell.

To try to answer these questions we adopt some “world picture.” Just as an infinite tower of tortoises supporting the fiat earth is such a picture, so is the theory of superstrings. Both are theories of the universe, though the latter is much more mathematical and precise than the former. Both theories lack observational evidence: no one has ever seen a giant tortoise with the earth on its back, but then, no one has seen a superstring either. However, the tortoise theory fails to be a good scientific theory because it predicts that people should be able to fall off the edge of the world. This has not been found to agree with experience, unless that turns out to be the explanation for the people who are supposed to have disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle!

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The Neverending Story

Title: The Neverending Story
Original title: Die Unendliche Geschichte
Author(s): Michael Ende
Release year: 1979 (DE)
Publisher: Thienemann Verlag (DE)

Why in Database: The book (original) version of a quite well-known film – The NeverEnding Story. In one, longer scene, the figure of the old turtle, Morla, appears here, that scene is also in movie. Later there is also one scene in which the protagonist sees a bas-relief depicting, among others, a turtle.

But from the top he overlooked the whole mountain, and then he saw that it consisted of great slabs of tortoise shell, with moss growing in the crevices between them.
He had found Tortoise Shell Mountain.
But the discovery gave him no pleasure. Now that his faithful little horse was gone, it left him almost indifferent. Still, he would have to find out who this Morla the Aged One was, and where she actually lived.
While he was mulling it over, he felt a slight tremor shaking the mountain. Then he heard a hideous wheezing and lip-smacking, and a voice that seemed to issue from the innermost bowels of the earth: ‘Sakes alive, old woman, somebody’s crawling around on us.’
In hurrying to the end of the ridge, where the sounds had come from, Atreyu had slipped on a bed of moss. Since there was nothing for him to hold on to, he slid faster and faster and finally fell off the mountain. Luckily he landed on a tree, which caught him in its branches.
Looking back at the mountain, he saw an enormous cave. Water was splashing and gushing inside, and something was moving. Slowly the something came out. It looked like a boulder as big as a house. When it came into full sight, Atreyu saw that it was a head attached to a long wrinkled neck, the head of a turtle. Its eyes were black and as big as ponds. The mouth was dripping with muck and water weeds. This whole Tortoise Shell Mountain — it suddenly dawned on Atreyu — was one enormous beast, a giant swamp turtle; Morla the Aged One.
The wheezing, gurgling voice spoke again: ‘What are you doing here, son?’
Atreyu reached for the amulet on his chest and held it in such a way that the great eyes couldn’t help seeing it.
‘Do you recognize this, Morla?’
She took a while to answer: ‘Sakes alive! AURYN. We haven’t seen that in a long time, have we, old woman? The emblem of the Childlike Empress – not in a long time.’
‘The Childlike Empress is sick,’ said Atreyu. ‘Did you know that?’
‘It’s all the same to us. Isn’t it, old woman?’ Morla replied. She seemed to be talking to herself, perhaps because she had had no one else to talk to for heaven knows how long.
‘If we don’t save her, she’ll die,’ Atreyu cried out. ‘The Nothing is spreading everywhere.
I’ve seen it myself.’ Morla stared at him out of her great empty eyes. ‘We don’t mind, do we, old woman?’ ‘
‘But then we shall all die!’ Atreyu screamed. ‘Every last one of us!’ ‘Sakes alive!’ said Morla. ‘But what do we care? Nothing matters to us anymore. It’s all the same to us.’
‘But you’ll be destroyed too, Morla!’ cried Atreyu angrily. ‘Or do you expect, because you’re so old, to outlive Fantastica?’
‘Sakes alive!’ Morla gurgled. ‘We’re old, son, much too old. Lived long enough. Seen too much. When you know as much as we do, nothing matters. Things just repeat. Day and night, summer and winter. The world is empty and aimless. Everything circles around. Whatever starts up must pass away, whatever is born must die. It all cancels out, good and bad, beautiful and ugly. Everything’s empty. Nothing is real. Nothing matters.’
Atreyu didn’t know what to answer. The Aged One’s dark, empty, pond-sized eyes paralyzed his thoughts. After a while, he heard her speak again:
‘You’re young, son. If you were as old as we are, you’d know there’s nothing but sadness.
Why shouldn’t we die, you and I, the Childlike Empress, the whole lot of us? Anyway, it’s all flim-flam, meaningless games. Nothing matters. Leave us in peace, son. Go away.’
Atreyu tensed his will to fight off the paralysis that flowed from her eyes.
Tf you know so much,’ he said, ‘you must know what the Childlike Empress’s illness is and whether there’s a cure for it.’
‘We do, we do! Don’t we, old woman?’ Morla wheezed. ‘But it’s all the same to us whether she’s saved or not. So why should we tell you?’
‘If it’s really all the same to you,’ Atreyu argued, ‘you might just as well tell me.’
‘We could, we could! Couldn’t we, old woman?’ Morla grunted. ‘But we don’t feel like it.’
‘Then it’s not all the same to you. Then you yourself don’t believe what you’re saying.’
After a long silence he heard a deep gurgling and belching. That must have been some kind of laughter, if Morla the Aged One was still capable of laughing. In any case, she said: ‘You’re a sly one, son. Really sly. We haven’t had so much fun in a long time. Have we, old woman? Sakes alive, it’s true. We might just as well tell you. Makes no difference. Should we tell him, old woman?’
A long silence followed. Atreyu waited anxiously for Morla’s answer, taking care not to interrupt the slow, cheerless flow of her thoughts. At last she spoke: .
‘Your life is short, son. Ours is long. Much too long. But we both live in time. You a short time. We a long time. The Childlike Empress has always been there. But she’s not old.
She has always been young. She still is. Her life isn’t measured by time, but by names.
She needs a. new name. She keeps needing new names. Do you know her name, son?’
‘No,’ Atreyu admitted. ‘I never heard it.’
‘You couldn’t have,’ said Morla. ‘Not even we can remember it. Yet she has had many names. But they’re all forgotten. Over and done with. But without a name she can’t live. All the Childlike Empress needs is a new name, then she’ll get well. But it makes no difference whether she gets well or not.’
She closed her pond-sized eyes and began slowly to pull in her head.
‘Wait!’ cried Atreyu. ‘Where can she get a name? Who can give her one? Where can I find the name?’
‘None of us,’ Morla gurgled. ‘No inhabitant of Fantastica can give her a new name. So it’s hopeless. Sakes alive! It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters.’
‘Who then?’ cried Atreyu in despair. ‘Who can give her the name that will save her and save us all?’
‘Don’t make so much noise!’ said Morla. ‘Leave us in peace and go away. Even we don’t know who can give her a name.’
‘If you don’t know,’ Atreyu screamed even louder, ‘who does?’
She opened her eyes a last time.
‘If you weren’t wearing the Gem,’ she wheezed, ‘we’d eat you up, just to have peace and quiet. Sakes alive!’
‘Who?’ Atreyu insisted. ‘Tell me who knows, and I’ll leave you in peace forever.’
‘It doesn’t matter,’ she replied. ‘But maybe Uyulala in the Southern Oracle knows. She may know. It’s all the same to us.’
‘How can I get there?’
‘You can’t get there at all, son. Not in ten thousand days’ journey. Your life is too short.
You’d die first. It’s too far. In the south. Much too far. So it’s all hopeless. We told you so in the first place, didn’t we, old woman? Sakes alive, son. Give it up. And most important, leave us in peace.’
With that she closed her empty-gazing eyes and pulled her head back into the cave for good. Atreyu knew he would learn no more from her.

Toward evening Yor came up from the mine. Bastian saw him step out of the pit cage. In a frame on his back he was carrying different-sized sheets of paper-thin isinglass. Bastian followed him in silence as he went far out into the plain and carefully bedded his new finds in the soft snow at the end of a row. One of the pictures represented a man whose chest was a birdcage with two pigeons in it, another a woman of stone riding on a large turtle. One very small picture showed a butterfly with letters on its wings. And many more, but none meant anything to Bastian.

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The Blue Planet. A natural History of the Oceans

Title: The Blue Planet. A natural History of the Oceans
Author(s): Andrew Byatt, Alastair Fothergill, Martha Holmes
<Release year: 2001
Publisher: BBC Books

Why in Database: This book is a kind of supplement, complementary material to the TV nature series Blue Planet. There are many fragments about turtles, one huge (~3 pages), one smaller (one “frame”) and a lot of tiny mentions. We cite all such pieces.

The first mention is about laying eggs and coordinating of that with the tides:

Olive ridley turtles also seem to coordinate their egg-laying with the tidal cycle. On just a few nights each year, tens of thousands of females emerge together on just a few beaches worldwide in a breeding spectacle called an arribada. These arribadas always start when the moon is in first or last qurter. This is the time of neap tides, when the sea tends to be calmer and more of the beach remains exposed, making egg-laying easier.

The second mention is about Ghost Crabs, that sometimes eat baby turtles:

they will eat practically anything, and will even grab unfortunate turtle hatchlings down indo their burrows.

The next piece deals with how black vultures benefit from access to turtle eggs:

In Costa Rica the mass nesting of thousands of Olive Ridley turtles supports hundreds of black vultures which patrol the beach each morning. As the rising tide washes turtle eggs out of the sand, the vultures snap them up.

Another mention is a brief note that sea turtles must lay their eggs on the mainland:

The ancestors of today’s sea turtles were originally land-based reptiles, and as they still lay eggs with shells, they have no option but to deposit them on dry land.

The following excerpt is the longest fragments in the book about turtles, extending over three pages and introducing many facts about them:

REPTILES RETURN
The tiny island of Ascension, which lies in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, is just it km (7 miles) wide. While most of it is an inhospitable volcanic wasteland, it has a few sandy beaches that provide the only nesting sites for thousands of green turtles. These creatures, who spend most of their lives in a solitary pursuit of food along the coast of Brazil, make an annual 2400 km (1500 mile) migration out into the Atlantic Ocean. Exactly how they navigate their way to the tiny pinprick of rock that is Ascension still remains something of a mystery. However, year after year the females return to exactly the same rookery at which they themselves were hatched.
A safe place for the eggs
Sea turtles produce the soft, leathery eggs typical of most reptiles. As they evolved on land, they are not able to withstand the rigours of salt water, so they must be laid on land where the warmth of the sand incubates them. The traditional nesting beaches are known as rookeries, but why particular beaches are favoured is far from clear. It may be that current nesting choices reflect historic patterns that have existed for hundreds or thousands of years. Many suitable beaches may now be untouched simply because the local turtle population has been over-exploited or disturbed by man. Certainly tagging experiments and DNA analysis have shown that females not only return to the same beach every year, but, typically emerge within a few hundred metres of where they last nested. A perfect nesting beach for sea turtles needs to have open-water access, it must be free from the risks of flooding by tide or ground water and the sand must be just the right consistency for egg-laying. Too soft and it is almost impossible for the female to dig a nesting burrow without it collapsing. Too solid and there is not enough air for the incubating eggs. Gathering off the rookeries to mate after weeks or even months of migration, the females are sexually receptive for just one week. During this time they may be inseminated by several males, who are sexually active for about a month. At the end of this courtship period, the males return home, but the females will remain for months. Using stored sperm, they fertilize the eggs inside their body, then wait offshore for about two weeks until they are ready to lay. They then haul themselves on to the beach. Within minutes of leaving their natural habit, the turtles are exhausted by the struggles of returning to land. Their eyes clog with sand and every metre up the beach seems an effort. The final challenge is digging a hole in the sand and laying about 120 eggs within it. Just two weeks later, the ordeal must be repeated to lay another clutch of eggs. This process continues throughout the breeding season, with some turtles laying up to 11 clutches.
During the long months at the rookeries,th females spend little time feeding, living instead off their reserves of fat stored up before the migration began. They are unlikely to return the following year. It will be between two and eight years before this particular set of females undertake the breeding migration again.
The hatchlings emerge
Incubation of the eggs normally takes about eight weeks, but the temperature of the sand determines the speed with which the embryos develop. As turtles have no sex-determining chromosomes, temperature also determines the sex of the hatchlings. Below 28 °C (82°F) and almost all the hatchlings will be male. Above 30.5 °C (87 °F) and nearly all the hatch-lings will be female.
Once they emerge from the eggs, the baby turtles face a real challenge in getting to the sea. In a blindly co-operative effort, the siblings get to the surface of the nest with a sporadic series of thrashings. This may take several days, and they usually emerge at night or during a rainstorm, as hot daytime sand could be lethal. Watching a clutch of turtles hatching is always a touching moment. The surface of the sands begins to twitch. A little black head appears, then a flipper, another head, and soon a gaggle of tiny clockwork toy-like hatchlings emerges.
With no adults to guide them, the newborns rely on instinct to find the sea. Strongly attracted to light, they scurry towards the dim glow reflected off the ocean’s surface. As soon as they reach the surf, the tiny turtles instinctively dive down to the bottom, riding the undertow out to calm water beyond the breakers. Then, for 24 hours or more, the hatchlings swim frenziedly to reach deeper water. Those that survive will drift the ocean currents for several years before eventually finding their way to the traditional feeding grounds on the continental shelf.
Meal in a shell
A number of different predators have learnt that breeding turtles provide an easy source of food. Crab Island, off the tip of Australia’s remote Cape York Peninsula, seems like a perfect nesting place for the rare flat-backed turtle: it is isolated and free of human disturbance — but it is also the home of massive saltwater crocodiles. These creatures, which can measure 7-8 m (23-26 feet) long, are gruesome foes, but even they find it difficult to crack open the shell of a metre-long turtle. For up to 3o minutes the crocodile thrashes the turtle in the surf. Eventually the carapace shatters and all that is left on the beach the following morning are a few scraps of shell and traces of blood.
Despite this hazard, most of the females make it safely up the beach to lay their eggs, but eight weeks later their hatchlings emerge to a different threat. Hundreds of night herons will suddenly appear and catch most of the hatch-lings as they dash for the sea. Pelicans also join in, filling their beaks with sand in their haste to steal the hatchlings before the herons. The few newborns that do make it to the water must then get past the crocodiles, sharks and fish waiting in the shallows. Given this gauntlet of predators it is hardly surprising that probably fewer than one in a thousand hatchlings survive to adulthood.
Pressure from predators may be the reason why many turtles choose to breed on islands. Although birds may pose a problem, there are likely to be fewer ground-based predators. The Olive Ridley, however, is one turtle that often nests on mainland shores. There they face a range of extra predators including ants, vultures, ghost crabs, coatis, racoons and feral pigs, but their response has been to develop a different nesting strategy,. Having discovered safety in numbers, the females return to breed in their tens of thousands for just a few nights each year. This synchronized mass nesting is called an arribada and probably plays a signifi-cant part in diluting the effect of predators.

Another mention is tiny, states that sea birds, like turtles, need solid land to reproduce:

Just like sea turtles, the world’s sea birds have no option but to return to land to breed.

Another mention is less direct, because it is about a species of seagrass that has a reference to turtles in its name (testudinum), it is eaten by turtles and often called turtle grass:

Despite this, in the afternoon, when photosynthesis and therefore oxygen production is at its peak, the leaves of Thalassia testudinum swell up 250 per cent and become oval in shape because they cannot get rid of the oxygen quickly enough.

Another mention is the mention of turtles, that among other animals, they benefit from the fact that some plants grow quickly:

Seagrass meadows also grow quickly, some plants extending by as much as 5-10 mm (0,2-0,4 in) per shoot per day, so they are a valuable source of food for herbivores, such as sea urchins, fishes, turtles and dugongs.

The next fragment is about leatherback turtles:

Leatherback turtles are cold-blooded reptiles which breathe air, yet still dive to depths in excess of 1300 m (4265 feet). Weighing up to 1000 kg (2200 lb), these giant creatures are superbly adapted navigators and divers, with a preferred diet of jellyfish. They migrate thousands of kilometres to reach their temperate feeding grounds, where immense concentrations of plankton are found in the deep scattering layer (> p. 328). During the night, this layer is at depths of as little as 100 m (330 feet), but by day it migrates to over 500 m (1640 feet) down.The turtles follow with ease, their bodies being coated in smooth skin to improve their hydrodynamic performance. Unlike other sea turtles, leatherbacks have a flexible shell made of ribs set in a thick, oily cartilage and covered with a pattern of bony plates. This helps them to cope with the pressures of deep diving. Most staggering of all is the speed of their dives: in as little as 10 minutes they can plummet vertically downwards for 500 m (1640 feet), feed and return to the surface, repeating the performance five times each hour.

The next piece is a caption of the photo next to the above fragment:

The massive leatherback turtle persues plankton far down in the deep scattering layer, but perhaps the most bizzare planktivore of all is the giant sunfish.

Another fragment is about bended pilot fish that like to swim with sharks and turtles:

The bended pilot fish does this, travelling in the slipstream of creatures such as sharks and turtles.

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Oceans: Exploring the Hidden Depths of the Underwater World

Title: Oceans: Exploring the Hidden Depths of the Underwater World
Author(s): Paul Rose, Anne Laking
Release year: 2009
Publisher: BBC Books

Why in Database: Book accompanying the TV nature series, Oceans. There are several turtle mentions in it, including two photographs.

The first reference is about the negative effects of man-made marine pollution:

The effect has been devastating with many species now threatened with extinction. That includes the monk seal, the loggerhead turtle and even a species of seagrass.

Second fragment is the description of the photo:

The loggerhead turtle (right) and the monk seal (opposite) are two species also at risk from pollution.

Another mention is rather sad, about the “by catch” phenomenon, catching in the net other animals than the ones you want – with a tragic effect for them:

Dolphin and sandbar sharks are now under threat while turtles are frequently damaged or killed.

Next is about the California coast:

Five ow world’s seven species of sea turtle migrate here: leatherback, loggerhead, hawksbill, olive ridley and the Pacific green turtle – also known, rather confusingly, as the ‘black turtle”.

Another is a piece of text directly above the Leatherback Turtle’s photo, information how important they are to the Seri people and how much endangered:

The Seri regard the leatherback turtle as a sacred embodiment of their ancestors. Traditionally, if one was inadvertenly captured they held a four-day ceremony to protect it, building a shelter, painting powerfull motifs on its back, and singing and dancing. One ceremony took place in 2005, but no others had occured for about 20 years, because leatherback turtles are now rarely found in the northern Sea of Cortez – they are one of the world’s most endangered marine turtles.

The next one, next to the above text, is the description of the photo:

The leatherback turtle, regarded by the Sari as a sacred embodiment of their ancetors, is one of the world’s most endangered species of marine turtle.

The last one is a record of the feelings of a diver visiting a coral reef that is full of life:

The Reef was animated – soft corals swaying to the current and ocean’s surce, clown fish darting in and out of thei save anemone haven, beatiful but poisonous lionfish drifting pasat me in the current, the sounds of parrotfish crunching at the hard corals, schools of brigtly coloured jacks flying past, the silhouettes of turtles above me, all contributing to that wonderful feeling of line on a healthy tropical reef.

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Planet Earth: As You’ve Never Seen It Before

Title: Planet Earth: As You’ve Never Seen It Before
Author(s): Alastair Fothergill, Vanessa Berlowitz, Mark Brownlow, Huw Cordey, Jonathan Keeling
Release year: 2006
Publisher: BBC Books

Why in Database: A complementary book to the tv nature series with the same title . There are only few turtle fragments, actually only minor references plus one (full-page) graphic.

The first mentionis about, the Amazon River:

Other oversized predators include the world’s largest freshwater dolphin, otter and river turtle and the green anaconda, which can grow to more than 6m (20 feet) long.

Second fragments is about Jaguars diet:

(…) capable of klling large mammals, but its normal prey animals are small – anything from turtles to peccaries (small pigs).

Another mention is about “underwater meadows”:

A whole community of detritus feeders and herbivores depend on the seagrass for their food – sea urchins, turtles and een some parrotfish graze the beds, and many tiny creatures live on and arround their leaves.

The next fragment is a description of the photography:

A baby green turtle sheltering in sargassum weed.

Fragment about Nekton, “things” that can move by itself in water and are not dependent on the current:

(…) and they include most of the fish, squid, marine mammals (dolphins, whales, seals and so on), turtles, seas snakes and even penguins.

The last fragment is about diving:

For instance, the only deep-diving turtle is the leatherback. Most marine turtles have rigid shells, but the leatherback has a flexible shell that allows it to survive the changing pressure. Even so, leatherbacks only make quick foraging trips down to 500m (1640 feet) and back in just 10 minutes.

Author: XYuriTT

Charles Darwin

Title: Charles Darwin
Author(s): Anna Sproule
Release year: 1990
Publisher: Exley

Why in Database: Book about Charles Darwin must have some turtle elements. In this one we can some (we quote all below), there are also two photos of turtles. The book was published in English, but we do not have access to such a version, so for now we present the quotes in Polish and describe their content.

The first case is an extensive description above the photo, a mention that it was the turtles that led Darwin to the path leading to his famous theory:

(…) ogromny żółw (poniżej) kroczy przez zarośla. 150 lat temu ich przodkowie skierowali Karola Darwina na ścieżkę prowadzącą do odkrycia, które całkowicie zmieniło sposób myślenia świata.

The second fragment is about fact, that Darwin saw turtles on the Galapagos:

Obok, żując kaktus kroczyły ogromne żółwie.

Another mention is about the stay of the ship at the Galapagos Islands and replenishing supplies there – with meat of turtles, from which the islands took their name:

Było to mięso zwierząt, od których pochodziła hiszpańska nazwa wysp: galapagos, czyli olbrzymich żółwi, przechadzających się w zaroślach na wyspie.

Two more mentions are in the form of quotes directly from Charles Darwin’s books:

“Bawiło mnie zawsze bardzo, gdy, prześcigając którego z tych wielkich potworów, widziałem, jak gwałtownie, w momencie, gdy go mijałem, wciągał głowę i nogi i wydając głęboki syk, opadał na ziemię jak zabity. Często siadałem na ich grzbiecie i gdy postukałem wtedy w tylną część pancerza, wstawały i maszerowały – ale przekonałem się, że bardzo było trudno utrzymać równowagę”.
Karol Darwin o żółwiach na Galapagos “Podróż na okręcie <>”

:Podziw mój budzi jednak ta okoliczność, że poszczególne wyspy mają swój własny gatunek żółwia, drozda przedrzeźniacza, łuszczaków i licznych roślin, przy tym gatunki te mają na ogół te same zwyczaje… i oczywiście zajmują to samo miejsce w ekonomii natury na tym archipelagu”.
Karol Darwin o swych odkryciach na Galapagos “Podróż na okręcie <>”

The next one is more than a page entirely devoted to turtles, their diversity and the meaning of it:

Różne wyspy, różne żółwie
“Żółwie także były tajemniczymi istotami. Pierwsza zagadka, która stanęła przed Darwinem, była łatwa do rozwiązania. Początkowo nie wiedział, kto na tych odludnych wyspach wytyczył wyraźne ścieżki, prowadzące od wybrzeża do wzgórz w głębi wysp.
Wkrótce jednak odkrył, że były to tropy żółwi. Żółwie od pokoleń wydeptywały szerokie drogi, wędrując do swoich stałych wodopojów, źródeł w środku wyspy. Dzięki nim właśnie pierwsi przybysze odkryli na Galapagos wodę.
Zgłębienie drugiej tajemnicy było dla Darwina — i dla wielu innych — dużo trudniejsze. Naprowadził go na nią wicegubernator Galapagos, Anglik imieniem Nicholas Lawson. Żółwie, jak wiedział Darwin, żyły na większości wysp. Pewnego dnia Lawson przy jakiejś okazji nadmienił, że na pierwszy rzut oka potrafi rozróżnić, z której wyspy pochodzi schwytany żółw. Inni wyspiarze także to potrafili. Żółwie z różnych wysp miały różne płytki, różne kształty, a nawet inny smak. Żółwie z Wyspy Jakuba, środkowej, słynęły z tego, że były bardzo smaczne.
Czym można to wyjaśnić?
Początkowo Darwin nie zwracał uwagi na te miejscowe informacje. Dopiero potem uświadomił sobie ich znaczenie. Był to wstrząs dla niego, bardzo nieprzyjemna chwila. Zgromadził już bowiem okazy z dwóch wysp Galapagos, ale, niestety, pomieszał oba zbiory.
Mimo to wiedział, że wyspiarze mają rację. I wiedział także, że jest na tropie czegoś bardzo zastanawiającego. Wyspy były bardzo podobne, miały taki sam klimat. Większość z nich znajdowała się blisko siebie: w zasięgu wzroku. A jednak każda, jak się wydawało, miała własną, odrębną populację zwierząt.
Kilka wysp, był tego pewny, miało własną, specjalną odmianę żółwi. Czy miały także własną, specjalną odmianę łuszczaków? Trudno powiedzieć. Darwin znowu klął, że pomieszał okazy. Wydawało się to jednak prawdopodobne. Były także na wyspach drozdy przedrzeźniacze. Również między nimi występowały dziwne różnice.
Jak doszło do tych różnic? Dlaczego do nich doszło? Czy rzeczywiście wszystkie żółwie i drozdy zostały stworzone przez Boga, każda odmiana dla innej małej wyspy?

The next fragment is again, a mention in the caption above the photo (showing preserved birds):

Konkluzje… i świadectwa. Każdy ptak umieszczony jest obok wyspy, z której pochodzi. Przez wiele lat sądzono, że ideę ewolucji nasunęły Darwinowi łuszczaki z Galapagos i ich rozmaite dzioby. W rzeczywistości na wyspach uwagę jego przykuły najpierw drozdy i żółwie. Dopiero po powrocie do Anglii stwierdził, że wśród jego starannie zgromadzonych zbiorów naukowych znajduje się trzynaście różnych gatunków. łuszczaków.

Caption next to two photos, one with a turtle:

Iguana lądowa i żółw olbrzymi z Galapagos.

The next fragment is again, about what made Darwin think about his theory:

Tak więc trzy gatunki drozda, trzynaście gatunków łuszczaka… a do tego jeszcze żółwie.

The last fragment says why the islands, although close, are diverse in terms of fauna and flora (due to sea currents):

Te zachodnie prądy odcinały wyspy południowe od północnych, podczas gdy Wyspy Jakuba, źródło najlepszego mięsa żółwiowego, była odcięta dwukrotnie. Między nią a większą wyspą Aldamerle płynął bowiem w kierunku północnym jeszcze jeden prąd.

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Horrible Geography – Wild Islands

Title: Horrible Geography – Wild Islands
Author(s): Anita Ganeri, Mike Philips (ilustrator)
Release year: 2004
Publisher: Scholastic

Why in Database: There are some turtle mentions in this book – mostly related to the Galapagos and local turtles.

The first mention is in the text in the speech bubble of one of the characters, the guide to the islands:

Depending on which island you choose to live on, you’re more likely to meet tortoises the size of cars and larger-than-life lizards with bad breath.

The next two fragments come from the page where there is also a large, two-page drawing of turtles – we also attach it below, in the section with covers:

1. Giant Tortoise
Habitat: Galapagos Islands.
Appearance: Er, like a giant, and i mean GIANT tortoise. It can grow 1,5m long and weight a quarter of a tonne. Imagine having one of these outsized reptiles rummaging around athe the bottom of your garden!

These whoopers were once so common, visitors claimed they could use them as giant stepping-stones and walk long distances across their backs. Without touching the ground once! But early sailors killed so many for their meat, they almost wiped them out. Get this. the sailors bundled them into the ships’ holds, STILL ALIVE and turned upside down on their backs, for weeks on end. they said it kept the meat nice and fresh, like sort of a tortoise takeaway. Horribry cruel, i know. Especially as these giants can live to the ripe old age of 200 in the wild. What’s that, sir? No, we don’t allow visitors to feed them. They normally eat almost any kind of fruit or veg but the’re not really fussy These beauties would eat you out of house and home, gien half a chance. Including your tent and clothes.

Another mention comes from the stylized as authentic record of Charles Darwin’s memoirs, next to it there is also a drawing of him on a turtle (we attach it of course, in section with covers):

I even got to ride on a giant tortoise, though it was a bit wabbly and I almost fell off.

Another fragment is about Darwin and his discovery/formulation of the Theory of Evolution:

It was the same with the tortoises. Their diffrent-shaped shells allowed them to reach plants high up or low down.

The next mention is in the description of the Galapagos, a curiosity about the name:

The name Galapagos comes from a Spanish word for tortoise. So you could say giant reptiles put these farout islands on the map.

The last mention takes place in a loose summary of what the reader could read/see so far:

So you’ve gawped at truck-sized tortoises, had a big, sloppy kiss from a dragon, and ogled at amazing aye-ayes.

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Horrible Geography – Odious Oceans

Title: Horrible Geography – Odious Oceans
Author(s): Anita Ganeri, Mike Philips (ilustrator)
Release year: 1999
Publisher: Scholastic

Why in Database: The turtle element appears in this book in a single reference, when mankind’s various bad practices are described. In the passage about throwing things out into the oceans, turtles (and other animals) and their sad fate are mentioned.

What’s so sick about that?: Thousands of sea birds, mammals, turtles and fish get caught up in old ropes and nets and tie as they try to escapes.

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Travels

Title: Travels
Author(s): Michael Crichton
Release year: 1988
Publisher: Knopf

Why in Database: A collection of various texts by Michael Crichton, in which we found some turtle fragments.

The first mentions are in the Pyramid of the Magicians chapter where the Author explores Uxmal. He twice mentions a building there known as “House of Turtles”:

To the west, the great tiered House of the Governor, which has been called the single most magnificent building ever erected in the Americas. Near it, the House of the Turtles and the House of the Pigeons.

The House of the Turtles is named for a row of turtles on its façade. The House of the Pigeons is so named because its roof suggests a dovecote. But no one knows what those buildings were really called, or what went on in them. No one has any idea at all.

The next turtle fragment is much longer, because it is the entire six-page chapter devoted to the turtle that Michael met in Singapore. The chapter itself is titled An Extinct Turtle. Here are extensive quotes:

But charming guesthouses on the east coast are not easily telexed at short notice, and I had come here in the spring of 1982 for a particular reason—to see the seasonal egg-laying of the giant Malaysian leatherback turtles.
For several months beginning in May, the turtles emerge from the ocean to lay their eggs on the isolated beaches of the east coast. In fact, so remote are the beaches that the turtles were
coast. In fact, so remote are the beaches that the turtles were presumed extinct until the 1950s, when they were observed still laying their eggs.

A negative person, I thought, and uninformed as well. The hotel should think twice about having such a person behind the reception desk. After all, the turtles must be a great attraction in this region; a hotel person would logically be expected to know about them.
But in subsequent days I became discouraged. Nobody seemed to know about the turtles. They knew about the windsurfers. They knew about the jungle tours. They knew about the native dance excursions. But no one knew about the turtles.

“You have seen them?”
“No, never.”
“You have not seen the one?”
“Where?”
“Close. By the tree.” He pointed.
There were trees at the edge of the beach, casting shadows in the moonlight. Beneath one I saw a shape in the sand. I went over and clicked on my flashlight.
The turtle was enormous, the size of a desk. She was facing the ocean. With her flippers she had dug a pit of sand perhaps three feet deep. Now she was laying her translucent, slippery, soft eggs in the pit. Her magnificent head moved slowly back and forth. A tear came to her eyes.
The turtle must have weighed three hundred pounds, perhaps more. To crawl a hundred yards up the beach, dig a pit with her clumsy flippers, and lay her eggs had required an enormous effort. She had an exhausted, dazed look on her face. There were more tears, but these were apparently excretions from the eyes and not true tears.

There was a commotion to one side. A dozen people, Chinese and Malays, came up the beach. They had heard about the turtle. They brought powerful lights, which they shone on the animal. I began to feel uncomfortable. There were now a lot of people standing around this turtle while she laid her eggs.
The others began to fire flashbulbs, taking pictures of the turtle. They got very close to her face and fired flash after flash. Finally the father of the Chinese family said something to his son, and the boy climbed on the turtle’s back while his father flashed another picture. Pretty soon his whole family was posed astride the turtle, as she moved her hind flippers ineffectually.
Finally she managed to flick sand into the face of one of the young children standing nearby. The child began to cry in the
darkness. The Malays yelled at the turtle and cursed it. The Chinese took more flash pictures in rapid succession. One of the Chinese men posed near the turtle’s head, holding a bottle of beer to the turtle, as if to offer it a drink. Flash. Laughter.
The boy on the motor scooter zoomed up, parked his bike. The other people fell silent. I wondered if he was an official of some sort, but when he stepped into the light I saw he was only ten or eleven. He spoke quietly, apparently telling them about the turtle. From his gestures, it seemed he was explaining what the turtle was doing. He pointed out her tracks, all the way up the beach. How she had laboriously turned around to face back to the ocean. How long she had worked to dig her pit. How much effort it was costing her to lay her eggs. And, after she laid her eggs, how many hours she would lie here, exhausted, trying to find the strength to struggle back toward the water, to return to the surf by daybreak.
They listened in silence. The young Chinese boy got off the turtle’s back. The child stopped crying, and was encouraged to touch the turtle’s shell, to make peace with the great creature. The entire atmosphere became more respectful. They stepped back from the pit. I thought, They only needed to understand what was happening to this creature. They could not imagine without being told, but once they were told, they became sympathetic and understanding.

He pointed to the departing people. “They go now. They see the turtle and they go.”
“What did you tell them?” I asked.
“They say, want to buy eggs,” he said. “I tell them where to buy eggs, they leave now.”
“They will go and buy eggs?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I tell them about the turtle, about the eggs. They listen.”
“Ah.”
“And I tell them the cost for eggs. The woman say too much. I think they will not buy.”
“No?”
He shook his head. “No.”
The turtle remained in the pit, moving a flipper occasionally. After an hour, another group of people arrived. There were more flashbulbs, more poses. I went home.

The last mention of the turtle is in the chapter Cactus Teachings), we are citing a piece large enough to make the context of this fragment clear:

Next Brugh introduced the I Ching, a Chinese method of divination in which you toss three coins six times, do a calculation, then look up the answer in a text.
The procedure seemed mathematical and needlessly complicated. And when you got to the text, it was often not helpful: “Someone does indeed increase him; even ten tortoises cannot oppose.” Or “The well must be repaired before drawing water.” It was hard to make sense of that!

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