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Tter was that they could not understand the provocation under which he
was raging. They actually regarded the banishment of mind from the
universe as a glorious enlightenment and emancipation for which he was
ignorantly ungrateful. Even now, when Butler's eminence is unchallenged,
and his biographer, Mr Festing Jones, is enjoying a vogue like that of
Boswell or Lockhart, his memoirs shew him rather as a shocking example
of the bad controversial manners of our country parsonages than as a
prophet who tried to head us back when we were gaily dancing to our
damnation across the rainbow bridge which Darwinism had thrown over the
gulf which separates life and hope from death and despair. We were
intellectually intoxicated with the idea that the world could make
itself without design, purpose, skill, or intelligence: in short,
without life. We completely overlooked the difference between the
modification of species by adaptation to their environment and the
appearance of new species: we just threw in the word 'variations' or the
word 'sports' (fancy a man of science tal