Windmill Cottage
Hog Hill
Icklesham
near Rye
Esteemed Friend, no wonder you can perciev [sic] no improovment [sic] in human nature when the allies [sic], so far from taking your noble advice to form a Balkan republic, ar [sic] now fihting [sic] each other about the division of their spoils, like greedy bois [sic]. What a siht [sic] for angels and devils! Hav [sic] you any more copis [sic] to spare of your peny [sic] pamflet [sic] on coöperativ [sic] colonis [sic]? If not, do you no [sic] where I [sic] coud [sic] procure som [sic]? But human nature spoils everithing [sic]. What with white slavery, vivisection, and the devilris [sic] practist [sic] on litt [sic] scool [sic] girls by brutal masters it is enuf [sic] to make the [2] most optimistic despair. The stupidity of sin is worse than its wickedness.1
From
Evacustes A. Phipson
To
Prof. A. R. Wallace
Broadstone,
near Wimborne
Dorset.
Status: Draft transcription [Postcard (WCP3336.3304)]
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Please cite as “WCP3336,” in Beccaloni, G. W. (ed.), Ɛpsilon: The Alfred Russel Wallace Collection accessed on