The Romance of the Scientist: an Interview with Mr. H.G. Wells
There is, of course, more than a consideration of Mr. Wells’s work implied in the words ‘The Romance of the Scientist’ with which I have headed this article; for, apart from the interest one feels in his personality, Mr. Wells’s own career is in itself a romance. His battle uphill has been a fine one, a real encouragement to those of us who may feel that the force of circumstances is against us. His first work in life was done as a draper’s apprentice — not a position conducive to either thoughts of romance or the study of science; but since then, although that experience was only twelve years ago, he has gained his degree as a Bachelor of Science, together with the Fellowship of the College of Preceptors, as well as the minor advantage of becoming a novelist of the front rank. And withal — and what a real pleasure it is to be able to say it — Mr. Wells possesses in an exceptional degree a real innate modesty, a self-restraint which is truly refreshing in these days of strenuous self-advertisement.
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