This work was ‘made for me’, Haeckel now declared. It brought together his love for physical exercise, nature, science and art – from the joy of the early morning catch which he was now doing himself to the last pencil stroke of his drawings. The radiolarian revealed a new world to Haeckel, a world of order but also wonder – so ‘poetic and delightful’, he told Anna. By the end of March 1860, he had discovered more than one hundred new species and was ready to go home to work them up into a book.
Haeckel illustrated his zoological work with his own drawings of perfect scientific accuracy but also of remarkable beauty. It helped that he could look with one eye into his microscope while the other focused on his drawing board – a talent so unusual that his former professors said they had never seen someone capable of it. For Haeckel the act of drawing was the best method of understanding nature. With pencil and paintbrush, he said, he ‘penetrated deeper into the secret of her beauty’ than ever before; they were his tools of seeing and learning. The two souls in his breast had finally been united.
The radiolarians were so beautiful, Haeckel wrote to his old travel companion Allmers on his return to Germany, that he wondered if Allmers wanted to use them to decorate his studio – or even ‘create a new “style”!!’.2
He worked frantically on his drawings, and two years later, in 1862, he published a magnificent two-volume book:While Haeckel worked on
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Then tragedy struck. On 16 February 1864, on Haeckel’s thirtieth birthday and the day he received a prestigious scientific prize for his radiolarian book, Anna died after a short illness which might have been appendicitis. They had been married for less than two years. Haeckel fell into a deep depression. ‘I am dead on the inside,’ he told Allmers, crushed by ‘bitter grief’. Anna’s death had destroyed all prospects of happiness, Haeckel declared. To escape, he threw himself into work. ‘I intend to dedicate my entire life’ to evolutionary theory, he wrote to Darwin.
He lived like a hermit, Haeckel told Darwin, and the only thing that occupied him was evolution. He was ready to take on the entire scientific world because Anna’s death had made him ‘immune to praise and blame’. To forget his pain, Haeckel worked eighteen hours a day, seven days a week, for a whole year.