2 ‘New men, strange faces, other minds’: Arthur Keith, race and the Piltdown affair (1912–53)
The mystery of the beginning of all things is insoluble by us ... I for one must be content to remain an agnostic.
I remember the bat-winged lizard birds, The Age of Ice and the mammoth herds, And the giant tigers that stalked them down Through Regent’s Park into Camden Town. And I remember like yesterday The earliest Cockney who came my way, When he pushed through the Forest that lined the Strand, With paint on his face and a club in his hand.