My dear Donnelly,
I am astonished that you don't known that a letter to a Dean ought to be addressed "The Very Reverend." I don't generally stand much upon etiquette, but when my sacred character is touched I draw the line.
We had athletics here yesterday, and as it was a lovely day, all
Cumberland and Westmoreland sent contingents to see the fun…
This would be a grand place if it were drier, but the rain it raineth every day—yesterday being the only really fine day since our arrival.
However, we all thrive, so I suppose we are adapting ourselves to the medium, and shall be scaly and finny before long.
Haven't you done with Babylon yet? It is high time you were out of it.
Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
CHAPTER 2.13.
1882.