My dear Lubbock
I beg a million pardons. Abuse me to any degree but forgive me— it is all an illusion (but almost excusable) about the Bees.2 I do so hope that you have not wasted any time for my stupid blunder.— I hate myself I hate clover & I hate Bees—
In Haste to catch evening post | Yours sincerely | C. Darwin
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A burnout, maybe?
One historian described him as an “anxiety-ridden nerd”.
One of us!!!
He used to get indigestion really bad.
He also wasn’t a fan of the Oxford Comma, I see…
No, clearly this is Darwin finally admitting what we’ve known all along: the man is actually composed entirely of sentient clover and bees.
That explains all the buzz around Darwin at the time…
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