This story is really remarkable, when you think about it. Here you have two big brains, both writers but representing different worlds, the man of letters and the man of science. Sort of inhabiting different cerebral territory. The setting is the French Riviera. Picturesque. It's a very civil discussion, but the right brain takes the biscuit.
P.G. Wodehouse and his wife rented a house on the French Riviera, next door to H.G. Wells. There's a letter from Wodehouse to a friend where he says, "I like Wells. An odd bird, though. He said to me, apropos of nothing, 'My grandfather was a professional cricketer.' Now if there's an answer to that, you tell me. I said, 'Mine had white whiskers.'"
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