702021, issue 2
To Be Recognized by the Dog
Vladimir Safatle
It is one of my joys, not to be a house-owner,” wrote Nietzsche as early as
The Gay Science. To this should be added: ethics today means not being at
home in one’s house. (§ 18)
Odysseus nally arrives home dressed by Athena as an old beggar. On the threshold of
his house waited his dog, Argos. At the time of his departure, Argos was a cub. Now, old
and ea-ridden, he doesn’t even have the strength to stand upright, yet when Odysseus
appears, Argos has no doubts. He recognizes him and stands up, unable to even run
towards his master. The tears ow when Odysseus sees him old and weakened. The dog
then “goes into the darkness of death”, as Homer says, a bit like someone who was just
waiting for a re-encounter.
The dog recognizes Odysseus, but his wife does not. Even after having regained
his composure after the battle with the suitors who had taken over her house, Penelope
isn’t certain that it is, in fact, Odysseus standing by her side, the husband she’d been
waiting for. In fact, Penelope needs proof, and therefore tests the memory of he who
claims to be her husband. It is through memory that the moment of recognition will
transpire, deciding what is certain and what is uncertain. Odysseus will have to show
that he knows what his bed is made of. He will have to recount, once more, the
promises of rooting that had constituted the bed he shared with his wife. Recognition
appears here as an acknowledgment that is supported by the capacity of recall.
But to the dog, Odysseus needs to show no such thing. Beyond appearances,
Argos is the only one capable of recognizing something like the “brute being” of
Odysseus. Here’s a detail to which we ought not to be indierent. For it poses the
following question: Is there something in us that is only recognized by the eyes of what
is not human? If not even the love of the woman who had always waited was true, if
only the dog was certain, then we might wonder where such certainty comes from? For,
perhaps, he found his certainty in the trace of the animality that exists in us, that is, in
what for the Greeks is inhuman, in what does not bear the image of man.
It is ironic to think that, after returning home after many years of exile, it is
this inhuman quality that rst indicates the return to the “nostos”. Odysseus nds his
singular belonging in being recognized by an animal, that is, by a creature that is, in a
certain way, “below man.” Here, singularity is linked to precisely not being an attribute
of humanitas.
It is vital to remember this point because we are so caught up in the search
for recognition from other subjects, we so need the assent provided by other subjects
that we forget how often what comforts us, what really tells us we are at home, is
to be recognized by an animal, to be recognized by something that, after all, is not
self-consciousness. Animals perceive the animality that remains within us, they remind
us of the trace of the non-identical from which we have never been able to completely
distance ourselves.
Perhaps this is why we human beings have never been able to completely