The man of science appears to be the only man who has something to say just now, and the only man who does not know how to say it.
Facts were never pleasing to him. He acquired them with reluctance and got rid of them with relief. He was never on terms with them until he had stood them on their heads.
What is algebra exactly; is it those three-cornered things?
I am aware that those hateful persons called Original Researchers now maintain that Raleigh was not the man; but to them I turn a deaf ear.