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III
In the course of this discussion the reader will have felt certain doubts
arising in his mind; and he must now have an opportunity of collecting them and
bringing them forward.
It may be true that the uncanny is something which is secretly familiar,
which has undergone repression and then returned from it, and that everything
that is uncanny fulfils this condition. But the selection of material on this
basis does not enable us to solve the problem of the uncanny. For our proposition
is clearly not convertible. Not everything that fulfils this condition - not
everything that recalls repressed desires and surmounted modes of thinking
belonging to the prehistory of the individual and of the race - is on that account
uncanny.
Nor shall we conceal the fact that for almost every example adduced in
support of our hypothesis one may be found which rebuts it. The story of the
severed hand in Hauff’s fairy tale certainly has an uncanny effect, and we have
traced that effect back to the castration complex; but most readers will probably
agree with me in judging that no trace of uncanniness is provoked by Herodotus’s
story of the treasure of Rhampsinitus, in which the master-thief, whom the
princess tries to hold fast by the hand, leaves his brother’s severed hand behind
with her instead. Again, the prompt fulfilment of the wishes of Polycrates
undoubtedly affects us in the same uncanny way as it did the king of Egypt; yet our
own fairy stories are crammed with instantaneous wish-fulfilments which produce
no uncanny effect whatever. In the story of ‘The Three Wishes’, the woman is
tempted by the savoury smell of a sausage to wish that she might have one too,
and in an instant it lies on a plate before her. In his annoyance at her
hastiness her husband wishes it may hang on her nose. And there it is, dangling from
her nose. All this is very striking but not in the least uncanny. Fairy tales
quite frankly adopt the animistic standpoint of the omnipotence of thoughts and
wishes, and yet I cannot think of any genuine fairy story which has anything
uncanny about it. We have heard that it is in the highest degree uncanny when an
inanimate object - a picture or a doll - comes to life; nevertheless in Hans
Andersen’s stories the household utensils, furniture and tin soldiers are alive,
yet nothing could well be more remote from the uncanny. And we should hardly
call it uncanny when Pygmalion’s beautiful statue comes to life.