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This conclusion was not immediately accepted. An influential biochemist, Alfred Mirsky, also at the Rockefeller, was convinced
that it was an impurity of the DNA that was causing the
transformation
. Subsequently more careful work by Rollin Hotchkiss at the Rockefeller showed that this was highly unlikely. It was argued that Avery, MacLeod, and McCarty’s evidence was flimsy, in that only one character had been transformed. Hotchkiss showed that another character could also be transformed. The fact that these
transformations
were often unreliable, tricky to perform, and only altered a minority of cells did not help matters. Another objection was that the process had been shown to occur just in these particular bacteria. Moreover, at that time no bacterium of any sort had been shown to have genes, though this was discovered not long afterward by Joshua Lederberg and Ed Tatum. In short, it was feared that transformations might be a freak case and misleading as far as higher organisms were concerned. This was not a wholly unreasonable point of view. A single isolated bit of evidence, however striking, is always open to doubt. It is the accumulation of several different lines of evidence that is compelling.

It is sometimes claimed that the work of Avery and his colleagues was ignored and neglected. Naturally there was a mixed spectrum of reactions to their results, but one can hardly say no one knew about it. For example, that august and somewhat conservative body, the Royal Society of London, awarded the Copley Medal to Avery in 1945, specifically citing his work on the transforming factor. I would dearly love to know who wrote the citation for them.

Nevertheless, even if all the objections and reservations are brushed aside, the fact that the transforming factor was pure DNA does not in itself prove that DNA alone is the genetic material in pneumococcus. One could quite logically claim that a gene there was made of DNA
and
protein, each carrying part of the genetic information, and it was just an accident of the system that in transformation the altered DNA part was carrying the information to change the polysaccharide coat. Perhaps in another experiment a protein component might be found that would also produce a heritable change in the coat or in other cell properties.

Whatever the interpretation, because of this experiment and because of the increased knowledge of the chemistry of DNA, it was now possible that genes might be made of DNA alone.

Source: Francis Crick,
What
Mad
Pursuit:
A
Personal
View
of
Scientific
Discovery,
London, Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1989.

Richard Dawkins (b. 1941) lectures in Zoology at Oxford University. His first book,
The
Selfish
Gene
(1976) was an international bestseller, translated into eleven languages. This extract is from
The
Blind
Watchmaker
(1986), which defends Darwin’s theory of evolution by natural selection against some modern attacks.

It is raining DNA outside. On the bank of the Oxford canal at the bottom of my garden is a large willow tree, and it is pumping downy seeds into the air. There is no consistent air movement, and the seeds are drifting outwards in all directions from the tree. Up and down the canal, as far as my binoculars can reach, the water is white with floating cottony flecks, and we can be sure that they have carpeted the ground to much the same radius in other directions too. The cotton wool is mostly made of cellulose, and it dwarfs the tiny capsule that contains the DNA, the genetic information. The DNA content must be a small proportion of the total, so why did I say that it was raining DNA rather than cellulose? The answer is that it is the DNA that matters. The cellulose fluff, although more bulky, is just a parachute, to be discarded. The whole performance, cotton wool, catkins, tree and all, is in aid of one thing and one thing only, the spreading of DNA around the countryside. Not just any DNA, but DNA whose coded characters spell out specific instructions for building willow trees that will shed a new generation of downy seeds. Those fluffy specks are, literally, spreading instructions for making themselves. They are there because their ancestors succeeded in doing the same. It is raining instructions out there; it’s raining programs; it’s raining tree-growing, fluff-spreading, algorithms. That is not a metaphor, it is the plain truth. It couldn’t be any plainer if it were raining floppy disks.

It is plain and it is true, but it hasn’t long been understood. A few years ago, if you had asked almost any biologist what was special about living things as opposed to nonliving things, he would have told
you about a special substance called protoplasm. Protoplasm wasn’t like any other substance; it was vital, vibrant, throbbing, pulsating, ‘irritable’ (a schoolmarmish way of saying responsive). If you look at a living body and cut it up into ever smaller pieces, you would eventually come down to specks of pure protoplasm. At one time in the last century, a real-life counterpart of Arthur Conan Doyle’s Professor Challenger thought that the ‘globigerina ooze’ at the bottom of the sea was pure protoplasm. When I was a schoolboy, elderly textbook authors still wrote about protoplasm although, by then, they really should have known better. Nowadays you never hear or see the word. It is as dead as phlogiston and the universal aether. There is nothing special about the substances from which living things are made. Living things are collections of molecules, like everything else.

What is special is that these molecules are put together in much more complicated patterns than the molecules of nonliving things, and this putting together is done by following programs, sets of
instructions
for how to develop, which the organisms carry around inside themselves. Maybe they do vibrate and throb and pulsate with ‘irritability’, and glow with ‘living’ warmth, but these properties all emerge incidentally. What lies at the heart of every living thing is not a fire, not warm breath, not a ‘spark of life’. It is information, words, instructions. If you want a metaphor, don’t think of fires and sparks and breath. Think, instead, of a billion discrete, digital characters carved in tablets of crystal. If you want to understand life, don’t think about vibrant, throbbing gels and oozes, think about information technology …

The basic requirement for an advanced information technology is some kind of storage medium with a large number of memory locations. Each location must be capable of being in one of a discrete number of states. This is true, anyway, of the
digital
information technology that now dominates our world of artifice. There is an alternative kind of information technology based upon
analogue
information. The information on an ordinary gramophone record is analogue. It is stored in a wavy groove. The information on a modern laser disk (often called ‘compact disk’, which is a pity, because the name is uninformative and also usually mispronounced with the stress on the first syllable) is digital, stored in a series of tiny pits, each of which is either definitely there or definitely not there: there are no half measures. That is the diagnostic feature of a digital system: its
fundamental elements are either definitely in one state or definitely in another state, with no half measures and no intermediates or compromises.

The information technology of the genes is digital. This fact was discovered by Gregor Mendel in the last century, although he wouldn’t have put it like that. Mendel showed that we don’t blend our inheritance from our two parents. We receive our inheritance in discrete particles. As far as each particle is concerned, we either inherit it or we don’t. Actually, as R. A. Fisher, one of the founding fathers of what is now called neo-Darwinism, has pointed out, this fact of particulate inheritance has always been staring us in the face, every time we think about sex. We inherit attributes from a male and a female parent, but each of us is either male or female, not hermaphrodite. Each new baby born has an approximately equal
probability
of inheriting maleness or femaleness, but any one baby inherits only one of these, and doesn’t combine the two. We now know that the same goes for all our particles of inheritance. They don’t blend, but remain discrete and separate as they shuffle and reshuffle their way down the generations. Of course there is often a powerful appearance of blending in the effects that the genetic units have on bodies. If a tall person mates with a short person, or a black person with a white person, their offspring are often intermediate. But the appearance of blending applies only to effects on bodies, and is due to the summed small effects of large numbers of particles. The particles themselves remain separate and discrete when it comes to being passed on to the next generation.

The distinction between blending inheritance and particulate inheritance has been of great importance in the history of evolutionary ideas. In Darwin’s time everybody (except Mendel who, tucked away in his monastery, was unfortunately ignored until after his death) thought that inheritance was blending. A Scottish engineer called Fleeming Jenkin pointed out that the fact (as it was thought to be) of blending inheritance all but ruled out natural selection as a plausible theory of evolution. Ernst Mayr rather unkindly remarks that Jenkin’s article ‘is based on all the usual prejudices and misunderstandings of the physical scientists’. Nevertheless, Darwin was deeply worried by Jenkin’s argument. It was most colourfully embodied in a parable of a white man shipwrecked on an island inhabited by ‘negroes’:

… grant him every advantage which we can conceive a white to possess over the native; concede that in the struggle for existence his chance of a long life will be much superior to that of the native chiefs; yet from all these admissions, there does not follow the conclusion that, after a limited or unlimited number of
generations
, the inhabitants of the island will be white. Our shipwrecked hero would probably become king; he would kill a great many blacks in the struggle for existence; he would have a great many wives and children, while many of his subjects would live and die as bachelors … Our white’s qualities would certainly tend very much to preserve him to a good old age, and yet he would not suffice in any number of generations to turn his subjects’ descendants white … In the first generation there will be some dozens of intelligent young mulattoes, much superior in average intelligence to the negroes. We might expect the throne for some generations to be occupied by a more or less yellow king; but can any one believe that the whole island will gradually acquire a white, or even a yellow population, or that the islanders would acquire the energy, courage, ingenuity, patience, self-control, endurance, in virtue of which qualities our hero killed so many of their ancestors, and begot so many children; these qualities, in fact, which the struggle for existence would select, if it could select anything?

Don’t be distracted by the racist assumptions of white superiority. These were as unquestioned in the time of Jenkin and Darwin as our speciesist assumptions of
human
rights,
human
dignity, and the sacredness of
human
life are unquestioned today. We can rephrase Jenkin’s argument in a more neutral analogy. If you mix white paint and black paint together, what you get is grey paint. If you mix grey paint and grey paint together, you can’t reconstruct either the original white or the original black. Mixing paints is not so far from the
pre-Mendelian
vision of heredity, and even today popular culture frequently expresses heredity in terms of a mixing of ‘bloods’. Jenkin’s argument is an argument about swamping. As the generations go by, under the assumption of blending inheritance, variation is bound to become swamped. Greater and greater uniformity will prevail. Eventually there will be no variation left for natural selection to work upon.

Plausible as this argument must have sounded, it is not only an argument against natural selection. It is more an argument against inescapable facts about heredity itself! It manifestly isn’t
true
that variation disappears as the generations go by. People are
not
more similar to each other today than they were in their grandparents’ time. Variation is maintained. There is a pool of variation for selection to work on. That was pointed out mathematically in 1908 by W. Weinberg, and independently by the eccentric mathematician G. H. Hardy, who incidentally, as the betting book of his (and my) college records, once took a bet from a colleague of ‘One half penny to his fortune till death, that the sun will rise tomorrow’. But it took R. A. Fisher and his colleagues, the founders of modern population genetics, to develop the full answer to Fleeming Jenkin in terms of Mendel’s theory of
particle
genetics. Fisher and his colleagues showed that Darwinian selection made sense, and Jenkin’s problem was elegantly solved, if what changed in evolution was the relative
frequency
of discrete hereditary particles, or genes, each of which was either there or not there in any particular individual body. Darwinism post-Fisher is called neo-Darwinism. Its digital nature is not an incidental fact that happens to be true of genetic information technology. Digitalness is probably a necessary precondition for Darwinism itself to work.

In our electronic technology the discrete, digital locations have only two states, conventionally represented as 0 and 1 although you can think of them as high and low, on and off, up and down: all that matters is that they should be distinct from one another, and that the pattern of their states can be ‘read out’ so that it can have some influence on something. Electronic technology uses various physical media for storing 1s and 0s, including magnetic discs, magnetic tape, punched cards and tape, and integrated ‘chips’ with lots of little semiconductor units inside them.

The main storage medium inside willow seeds, ants and all other living cells is not electronic but chemical. It exploits the fact that certain kinds of molecule are capable of ‘polymerizing’, that is joining up in long chains of indefinite length. There are lots of different kinds of polymer. For example, ‘polythene’ is made of long chains of the small molecule called ethylene – polymerized ethylene. Starch and cellulose are polymerized sugars. Some polymers, instead of being uniform chains of one small molecule like ethylene, are chains of two or more different kinds of small molecule. As soon as such
heterogeneity enters into a polymer chain, information technology becomes a theoretical possibility. If there are two kinds of small molecule in the chain, the two can be thought of as 1 and 0 respectively, and immediately any amount of information, of any kind, can be stored, provided only that the chain is long enough. The particular polymers used by living cells are called polynucleotides. There are two main families of polynucleotides in living cells, called DNA and RNA for short. Both are chains of small molecules called nucleotides. Both DNA and RNA are heterogeneous chains, with four different kinds of nucleotides. This, of course, is where the opportunity for information storage lies. Instead of just the two states 1 and 0, the information technology of living cells uses four states, which we may conventionally represent as A, T, C and G. There is very little difference, in principle, between a two-state binary information technology like ours, and a four-state information technology like that of the living cell.

There is enough information capacity in a single human cell to store the
Encyclopaedia
Britannica,
all 30 volumes of it, three or four times over. I don’t know the comparable figure for a willow seed or an ant, but it will be of the same order of staggeringness. There is enough storage capacity in the DNA of a single lily seed or a single salamander sperm to store the
Encyclopaedia
Britannica
60 times over. Some species of the unjustly called ‘primitive’ amoebas have as much information in their DNA as 1,000
Encyclopaedia
Britannicas.

Source: Richard Dawkins,
The
Blind
Watchmaker,
London, Longman Scientific and Technical, 1986.

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