I am astonished at its meekness. Being reviled, I revile not; not an exception, I believe, can be taken to the wording of one of the venomous paragraphs in which the paper abounds. And I perceive the truth of a profound reflection I have often made, that reviling is often morally superior to not reviling.
I give up Peterborough. His "Explanation" is neither straightforward, nor courteous, nor prudent. Of which last fact, it may be, he will be convinced when he reads my acknowledgment of his favours, which is soft, not with the softness of the answer which turneth away wrath, but with that of the pillow which smothered Desdemona.
Ever yours very faithfully,
T.H. Huxley.
I shall try to stand an hour or two of the Academy dinner, and hope it won't knock me up.
4 Marlborough Place, N.W., May 6, 1889.
My dear Knowles,
If I had not gone to the Academy dinner I might have kept my promise about sending you my paper to-day. I indulged in no gastronomic indiscretions, and came away after H.R.H.'s speech, but I was dead beat all yesterday, nevertheless.
We are off to Eastbourne, and I will send the manuscript from there; there is very little to do.
Such a waste! I shall have to omit a paragraph that was really a masterpiece.