et Imbecillitate Darwiniana. 89 



a jump. The supposition that they can, is 

 only a mark of analytical incompetence u . 



XI. 



When Darwin died, I was a Westminster 

 boy, and hence it came about that I had 

 ex officio to play a minor part in his funeral 

 ceremony. Such a crowd, qualitatively 

 speaking, I have never seen again. The 

 King himself, then Prince of Wales, trod 

 long life to him ! upon my toe : for Queen 

 Victoria was represented, if I remember 

 rightly, by Lord Thurlow, and the Prince 

 walked in the procession on his right hand. 

 At that time, Darwin was but a name to 

 me, vaguely associated in my mind, as in 



u Darwin's attempt to explain man by * natural selection ' 

 is his own scientific self-condemnation. It is sheer phi- 

 losophical ineptitude, naked and not ashamed : he simply 

 did not know what he was doing. But parmi les aveugles, 

 borgne est rot. 



