My dear Darwin

I have just counted the pages of your M.S. to see that they are all right and packed it up to send you by post, registered, so I hope it will reach you safely—¹ I should have sent it yesterday but people came in & bothered me about post time

I did not at all mean by what I said to stop you from publishing your views and I really should not like to take that responsibility²

Somebody rummaging among your papers half a century hence will find Pangenesis & say “See this wonderful anticipation of our modern Theories—and that stupid ass, Huxley, prevented his publishing them”

And then the Carlylians of that day will make me a text for holding forth upon the difference between mere vulpine sharpness & genius—³

I am not going to be made a horrid example of in that way— But all I say is publish your views—not so much in the shape of formed conclusions—: as of hypothetical developments of the only clue at present accessible—and don’t give the Philistines more chances of blaspheming than you can help

I am very grieved to hear that you have been so ill again—

Ever | Yours faithfully | T. H. Huxley