The only thing I don't like is the notion of leaving you without such support as I can give in the School. No one knows better than I do how completely it is your work and how gallantly you have borne the trouble and responsibility connected with it. But what am I to do? I must give up all or nothing—and I shall certainly come to grief if I do not have a long rest.
Pray tell me what you think about it all.
My wife has written to Mrs. Donnelly and told her the news.
Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
Read Hobbes if you want to get hard sense in good English.
Highcroft House, Milford, Godalming, September 10, 1884.
My dear Donnelly,
Many thanks for your kind letter. I feel rather like a deserter, and am glad of any crumbs of comfort.
Cartwright has done wonders for me, and I can already eat most things (I draw the line at tough crusts). I have not even my old enemy, dyspepsia—but eat, drink, and sleep like a top.