I'm registered here at Cambridge and I'm very nervous. First of all, I was told that I did everything wrong. Chimpanzees don't need names, they just need numbers. I can't speak to their personalities. You can't talk about them having brains that can solve problems. And you certainly can't talk about them having feelings. You cannot be scientifically objective if you have empathy for your subject.
Well, the last one I now know was wrong. But the first three, personality, mind, and emotion, were taught to me by my dog ​​Rusty when I was a kid, and they're completely baffling. Shit. garbage.
Did Rusty show us that old ideas about animals are wrong?
Probably any dog ​​could have told me. We all know that they can be happy, sad, and afraid, and that they are very intelligent. Rusty, I've never known a dog like him. He wasn't even ours. This, like many things in my life, is strange. He belonged to a hotel along the way. He always comes with us, barks outside the house at 6am, asks us to come in, stays with us all morning, goes home for lunch, comes back, and at 10am we bring him in. I left when I kicked them out. The hotel knew they couldn't do it and didn't really care. It was as if he had been sent to me.
Who sent it?
[Dr. Goodall pointed up.] “Please make sure it doesn't rain all afternoon today,'' he said.
How do you feel about being called an icon?
I was walking through the market in Santa Fe. This couple came along and the woman said the words no one has said since, thank God. She said, “Are you Jane Goodall?” of course. She said, “Can I touch you?” imagine. I said, “You can shake my hand.”