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      <title>The Existential Dread of Being a Dog</title>
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&lt;p&gt;We can make a perhaps surprising Sartrean contribution to this problem, which is
especially interesting due to its links with Lacan; this time, instead of Lacan
following Sartre, the situation is more the reverse. I am referring to a
relatively unknown passage from The Family Idiot. It concerns the life of a pet
dog.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“Pure ennui de vivre” is a pearl of culture. It seems clear that household
animals are bored; they are homunculae, the dismal reflections of their masters.
Culture has penetrated them, destroying nature in them without replacing it.
Language is their major frustration: they have a crude understanding of its
function but cannot use it; it is enough for them to be the objects of speech &amp;ndash;
they are spoken to, they are spoken about, they know it. This manifest verbal
power which is denied to them cuts through them, settles within them as the
limit of their powers, it is a disturbing privation which they forget in
solitude and which deprecates their very natures when they are with men. I have
seen fear and rage grow in a dog. We were talking about him, he knew it
instantly because our faces were turned toward him as he lay dozing on the
carpet and because the sounds struck him with full force as if we were
addressing him. Nevertheless we were speaking to each other. He felt it; our
words seemed to designate him as our interlocutor and yet reached him blocked.
He did not quite understand either the act itself or this exchange of speech,
which concerned him far more than the usual hum of our voices &amp;ndash; that lively and
meaningless noise with which men surround themselves &amp;ndash; and far less than an
order given by his master or a call supported by a look or gesture. Or rather &amp;ndash;
for the intelligence of these humanized beasts is always beyond itself, lost in
the imbroglio of its presence and its impossibilities &amp;ndash; he was bewildered at
not understanding what he understood. He began by waking up, bounding toward us,
but stopped short, then whined with an uncoordinated agitation and finished by
barking angrily. This dog passed from discomfort to rage, feeling at his expense
the strange reciprocal mystification which is the relationship between man and
animal. (Sartre, The Family Idiot, vol. 1, trans. Carol Cosman, p. 137-138)&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <content>&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We can make a perhaps surprising Sartrean contribution to this problem, which is
especially interesting due to its links with Lacan; this time, instead of Lacan
following Sartre, the situation is more the reverse. I am referring to a
relatively unknown passage from The Family Idiot. It concerns the life of a pet
dog.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Pure ennui de vivre” is a pearl of culture. It seems clear that household
animals are bored; they are homunculae, the dismal reflections of their masters.
Culture has penetrated them, destroying nature in them without replacing it.
Language is their major frustration: they have a crude understanding of its
function but cannot use it; it is enough for them to be the objects of speech &amp;ndash;
they are spoken to, they are spoken about, they know it. This manifest verbal
power which is denied to them cuts through them, settles within them as the
limit of their powers, it is a disturbing privation which they forget in
solitude and which deprecates their very natures when they are with men. I have
seen fear and rage grow in a dog. We were talking about him, he knew it
instantly because our faces were turned toward him as he lay dozing on the
carpet and because the sounds struck him with full force as if we were
addressing him. Nevertheless we were speaking to each other. He felt it; our
words seemed to designate him as our interlocutor and yet reached him blocked.
He did not quite understand either the act itself or this exchange of speech,
which concerned him far more than the usual hum of our voices &amp;ndash; that lively and
meaningless noise with which men surround themselves &amp;ndash; and far less than an
order given by his master or a call supported by a look or gesture. Or rather &amp;ndash;
for the intelligence of these humanized beasts is always beyond itself, lost in
the imbroglio of its presence and its impossibilities &amp;ndash; he was bewildered at
not understanding what he understood. He began by waking up, bounding toward us,
but stopped short, then whined with an uncoordinated agitation and finished by
barking angrily. This dog passed from discomfort to rage, feeling at his expense
the strange reciprocal mystification which is the relationship between man and
animal. (Sartre, The Family Idiot, vol. 1, trans. Carol Cosman, p. 137-138)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As Lacan would say, Sartre’s dog is the object of the discourse of the Other,
caught inside of yet excluded from the symbolic order. And it is as if the beast
were frozen there, stuck in that object-position, unable to do anything but
growl and whimper. While the human has a mastery of language that the dog can
never possess, it too bears within itself the echo of this same existential
malaise. There is no fully cultural being, no human that is not a “humanized
beast”: the gap between nature and culture is never completely bridged, the
human remains a creature of this unstable transition, always in a process of
becoming. And to connect this idea of a gap with our previous discussion: in
Lacanian terms, Sartre’s pet dog is confronted by the Thing, a zone of confusion
and disorientation which is covered neither by nature (the compass of pleasure
and unpleasure) nor by culture (institutional laws and norms). The dog is caught
in the empty transition or caesura between instincts and institutions, and it is
this gap that is the cause of the “reciprocal mystification” between humans and
animals &amp;ndash; a mystification that the human animal has internalized, and which
constitutes its blurry and unstable difference.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;[&amp;hellip;] For Deleuze, the dog’s bow-wow is the stupidest cry of the animal kingdom.
But maybe its dumb cries are not simply those of training and obedience, but
express a more uncanny becoming that got stuck halfway. “Thus childhood is no
longer an age but an animal category: there are monkeys, there are dogs, there
are children. Perhaps, if carefully inspected, the child is merely a dog who is
unaware of itself.” (Sartre, The Family Idiot, vol. 1, 346.)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Schuster, Aaron. 2016. &lt;i&gt;The Trouble with Pleasure: Deleuze and Psychoanalysis&lt;/i&gt;. Short Circuits. Cambridge, Massachusetts: The MIT Press. 148 ff.&lt;/p&gt;

  &lt;figure class=&#34;center&#34; &gt;
    &lt;img src=&#34;deleuze-ouaf-oauf.png&#34;  alt=&#34;Kyril Rejik: You don&amp;#39;t want to go further with Descartes&amp;#39; God and Lacan&amp;#39;s signifier? Gilles Deleuze: I don&amp;#39;t want to, but I will, ouaf! ouaf! ouaf!&#34;   /&gt;
    
      &lt;figcaption class=&#34;center&#34; &gt;&lt;span class=&#34;figure-number&#34;&gt;Figure 1: &lt;/span&gt;Deleuze, Barking. (&lt;a href=&#34;https://deleuze.cla.purdue.edu/lecture/lecture-02-14/&#34;&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/figcaption&gt;
    
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