Dear Frederick,

£5 arrived. The simultaneous arrival of two letters, of which I
sent off one on Thursday, the other on Friday, would seem to

indicate that refugees’ letters are being held back, examined, etc.,
by the Post Office.

New B’s are: ‘Bidassoa’ (BATTLE oF), ‘Blenheim’ (ditto), ‘Burmah’
(war In), ‘Bomarsund’ (siege), ‘Borodino’ (BATTLE), ‘Brescia’ (ASSAULT),
‘Bridge-head’, ‘Bülow’, ‘Buda’ (siege or), ‘Beresford’, ‘Berme’.* When
Dana says, ‘MOST OF THEM I asked You BEFORE, he is mistaken, and is
confusing your list of B’s with his own. All he himself ordered was:

‘Barbette’, ‘Bastion’, ‘Bayonet’, ‘Barclay de Tolly’, ‘Battery’,
‘Battle’, ‘Bem’, ‘Bennigsen’, ‘Berthier’, ‘Bernadotte’, “Bessiéres’,
‘Bivouac’, ‘Blindage’, ‘Blücher’, ‘Blum’, ‘Bolivar’, ‘Bomb’, ‘Bombardier’, ‘Bombardment’, ‘Bomb (Ketch, Proof, Vessel)’, ‘Bonnet’,
‘Bosquet’, ‘Bourrienne’, ‘Bridge’ (pontoon), Brown (Sir George),
‘Brune’, ‘Bugeaud’.* (The ass has received the lot.)

I have done ‘Catapult’ for you (not very much). Likewise the
better part of ‘Castrum” (but I still have to look up Greek camps
in Wachsmuth, Hellenische Alterthumskunde, and Jewish in de
Wette’). It's a lengthy business where percussion caps** are
concerned because there are so many different types of gun-locks,
etc., to be listed. I’'d have already finished the job if it hadn’t been
for the new order from Dana. I'll send you all the rubbish at the
same time. Besides, whenever I’m at the Museum,’ there’s such a
Lot of stuff to look up that it’s closing-time (now 4 o’clock) before
I’ve so much as looked round. Then there’s the journey there. So
much time lost.

Heraclitus, the Dark Philosopher by Lassalle the Luminous One is,
au fond, a very silly concoction. Every time Heraclitus uses an
image to demonstrate the unity of affirmation and NEGATION—and
this is often—in steps Lassalle and makes the most of the occasion
by treating us to some passage from Hegel’s Logic which is Hardly
improved in the process; always at great length too, like a
schoolboy who must show in his essay that he has thoroughly
understood his ‘essence’ and ‘appearance’ as well as the ‘dialectical
process’. Once he has got this into his speculative noddle, one may
be sure that the schoolboy will nevertheless be able to carry out
the process of ratiocination only in strict accord with the
prescribed formula and the formes sacramentales.’ Just so our
Lassalle. The fellow seems to have tried to puzzle out Hegelian
logic via Heraclitus, nor ever to have tired of beginning the
process all over again. As for learning, there is a tremendous

reference to W. M. L. de Wette’s Lehrbuch der hebräisch-jüdischen Archäologie... - 4 the:
British Museum Library - ¢ basically - f hallowed forms

display of it. But, as any well-informed person will know, provided
one has the time and the money and, like Mr Lassalle, can have
Bonn University Library delivered ad libitum to one’s home, it is
easy enough to assemble such an array of quotations. One can see
what an amazing swell the fellow himself thinks he is in this
philological finery, and how he moves with all the grace of a man
wearing FASHIONABLE DREss for the first time in his life. Since most
philologists are not possessed of the speculative thinking
dominant’ in Heraclitus, every Hegelian has the incontestable
advantage of understanding what the philologist does not. (It
would, by the by, be strange indeed if, by learning Greek, a fellow
were to become a philosopher in Greek without being one in
German.) Instead of simply taking this for granted, Mr Lassalle
proceeds to lecture us in a quasi-Lessingian manner. In longwinded, lawyer’s style he vindicates the Hegelian interpretation as
opposed to the erroneous exegeses of the philologists—erroneous
for want of specialised knowledge. Thus we are accorded the
twofold gratification, first, of having dialectical matters which we
had all but forgotten expounded to us at considerable length and,
secondly, of seeing this ‘speculative heritage’ vindicated (qua
special province of Mr Lassalle’s philological-jurisprudential astuteness and erudition) vis-a-vis the unspeculative philologists. Despite
the fellow’s claim, by the way, that hitherto Heraclitus has been a
book with 7 seals, he has to all intents and purposes added nothing
whatever that is new to what Hegel says in the History of Philosophy.
All he does is to enlarge on points of detail which could, of course,
have been accomplished quite adequately in two sheets of print.
Still less does it occur to the laddie to come out with any critical
reflections -on dialectics as such. If all the fragments by Heraclitus
were put together in print, they would scarcely fill half a sheet. Only
a chap who brings out his books at the expense of the frightful
‘specimen of humankind’? can presume to launch upon the world
2 volumes of 60 sheets on such a pretext.

Heraclitus, the Dark Philosopher, is quoted as saying in an attempt
to elucidate the transformation of all things into their opposite:
‘Thus gold changeth into all things, and all things change into
gold.’ Here, Lassalle says, gold means money (c'est juste‘) and
money is value.* Thus the Ideal, Universality, the One (value), and
things, the Real, Particularity, the Many. He makes use of this
surprising insight to give, in a lengthy note, AN EARNEST OF HIS

DISCOVERIES IN ‘THE SCIENCE OF POLITICAL ECONOMY. Every other word a
howler, but set forth with remarkable pretentiousness. It is plain
to me from this one note that, in his second grand opus, the
fellow intends to expound political economy in the manner of
Hegel.””* He will discover to his cost that it is one thing for a
critique to take a science to the point at which it admits of a
dialectical presentation, and quite another to apply an abstract,
ready-made system of logic to vague presentiments of just such a
system.

But, as I remarked immediately after receipt of his first
self-complacent letter, the Old Hegelians and philologists must
indeed have been pleased to discover such old-fashioned virtues in
a young man who passes for a great’ revolutionary.? On top of
that, he bows and scrapes to all and sundry in the hope of
assuring himself a favourable reception. As soon as I’ve skimmed
through the stuff, P’ll send it too.

Salut.

Your
K. M.