Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful we must carry it with us or we find it not.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays, xii, Art)
For nine months the American anthropologist Catherine Lutz lived on a tiny island in the Pacific Ocean, Ifaluk, studying the emotional lives of the 430 people who lived there (Lutz, 1988). One day, sitting with another woman, Lutz watched a five-year-old girl dancing and making silly faces, showing happiness, ker as it was known in the island's language. Lutz responded warmly to the little girl, whom she thought was rather cute. “Don't smile at her,” said her companion, “she'll think that you're not song,” meaning justifiably angry (p. 167). The woman was indicating that the girl was approaching the age at which she should have social intelligence, the concern for others that is ...