ABSTRACT
Huxley's serious reputation has, I believe, suffered from the fashionable and slightly scandalous success which attended certain of his novels. Among the smart, up-to-date sections of London Society and intelligentsia Antic Hay was, when it appeared in 1923, the one book it was unforgivable not to have read. At the same time the bigger public was shocked. It was reported by a popular London newspaper that Antic Hay had been burned by the Public Librarian in Alexandria because it
'smelled too strongly of the goat.' The 'burning' was, as I happen to know, a piece of journalistic licence. But that imaginary bonfire in Alexandria has cast its indignant glow upon a score of volumes.
