Now as to the article.  I have only hesitated because I want to get out a new volume of essays, and I am writing an introduction which gives me an immensity of trouble.  I had made up my mind to get it done by Christmas, and if I write for you it won’t be.  However, if you don’t mind leaving it open till the end of this month, I will see what can he done in the way of a screed about, say, “The Absolute in Practical Life.”  The Bishop would come in excellently; he deserves all praises, and my only hesitation about singing them is that the conjunction between the “Infidel” and the Churchman is just what the blatant platform Dissenters who had been at him would like.  I don’t want to serve the Bishop, for whom I have a great liking and respect, as the bear served his sleeping master, when he smashed his nose in driving an unfortunate fly away!

By the way, has the Bishop published his speech or sermon?  I have only seen a newspaper report.

[Soon after this, he proposed to come to town and talk over the article with Mr. Knowles.  The latter sent him a telegram—­reply paid—­asking him to fix a day.  The answer named a day of the week and a day of the month which did not agree; whereupon Mr. Knowles wrote by the safer medium of the post for an explanation, thinking that the post-office clerks must have bungled the message, and received the following reply:—­]

3 Jevington Gardens, Eastbourne, November 26, 1889.

My dear Knowles,

May jackasses sit upon the graves of all telegraph clerks!  But the boys are worse, and I shall have to write to the Postmaster-General about the little wretch who brought your telegram the other day, when my mind was deeply absorbed in the concoction of an article for the Review of our age.

The creature read my answer, for he made me pay three halfpence extra (I believe he spent it on toffy), and yet was so stupid as not to see that meaning to fix next Monday or Tuesday, I opened my diary to give the dates in order that there should be no mistake, and found Monday 28 and Tuesday 29.

And I suppose the little beast would say he did not know I opened it in October instead of November!

I hate such mean ways.  Hang all telegraph boys!

Ever yours very faithfully,

T.H.  Huxley.

Monday December 2, if you have nothing against it, and lunch if Mrs.
Knowles will give me some.

[The article was finished by the middle of December and duly sent to the editor, under the title of “Rousseau and Rousseauism.”  But fearing that this title would surely attract attention among the working-men for whom it was specially designed, Mr. Knowles suggested instead the “Natural Inequality of Men,” under which name it actually appeared in January.  So, too, in the case of a companion article in March, the editorial pen was responsible for the change from the arid possibilities of “Capital and Labour” to the more attractive title of “Capital the Mother of Labour.”