Tuesday January 3rd 2012 Tim
As he died, Aldous Huxley
may have asked his wife for one hundred milligrams of LSD because he had
heard on the radio that President Kennedy had just been shot, an event
certain to overshadow his own passing.
He is buried somewhere near
Guilford, in the United Kingdom, in what I understand is the Huxley
family crypt, which is a sort of compound for dead people who are
related. I liked his book "Doors of Perception" which I made the
mistake of reading while at boarding school, and I blame Aldous Huxley
for the hours I spent learning how to smoke cigarettes.
Aldous Huxley was the grandson of
Thomas Huxley. I remember this because I am a big fan of Charles Darwin, who
was a shy person not fond of getting out and about, and when Origin of the
Species was published the better established said terrible and sometimes
witty things about Charles.
Thomas Huxley's defense of Darwin is as
close as I have ever come to enjoying a sporting event. And while Darwin's
voyage of discovery upon HMS Beagle is well known, Thomas Huxley's own
voyage of discovery as the surgeon's mate aboard HMS Rattlesnake is less