| Author(s) | Karl Marx |
|---|---|
| Written | 5 March 1877 |
MARX TO ENGELS[1]
IN BRIGHTON
[London,] 5 March 1877
DEAR FRED,
Dühringiana enclosed.[2] I found it impossible to read the fellow without belabouring him constantly and at some length.
Now, having thus familiarised myself with him (and the section from Ricardo onwards, which I've not yet read, must contain many exquisite pearls), a task that required patience and a club ready to hand, I shall in future be capable of enjoying him in tranquillity. Once one sees how the laddie's mind works, so that one really gets the hang of his method, he proves to be a fairly entertaining SCRIBBLER. Meanwhile, what with my catarrh and consequent irritability, he has done me yeoman service by providing a secondary 'occupation'.
Your
Moor
Apropos. That most virulent article on Gladstone-Novikova, the sight of which had caused the Whitehall Review to quake in its boots, appeared yesterday in Vanity Fair, with improvements by Barry.[3] As we could see, when Collet's son and daughter[4] came to visit us yesterday, it has met with Papa Collet's[5] disapproval, Gladstone being, after all, an honest though crazy man, and a polemic of this sort 'indecent'.