Eld slapped the investigation report onto the table: "What do you mean by 'even Eld can't compare'? What does that bald guy mean by this? What does he take me for? A reference point for the lower limits of civilized human life?"
Arthur flipped over to a new page of the newspaper without lifting his head: "Haven't you always claimed to be a Byron-esque hero, an experimenter of the boundaries of free living?"
"That's what I said myself!" Eld fumed: "I say I'm a wanderer, a tease, a style. But when Charles says it, it's nonsense."
He waved Darwin's report: "Look at this, frequenting Leicester Square all the time? When have I ever done that all the time? It's planned! It's a planned survey of London's nightlife ecology, a... a kind of anthropological research."
"Anthropological research?" Arthur pondered: "True, you even did a classification and statistics, and published a monograph. But Eld, falsifying experimental results in your monograph is discouraged in scientific circles now."
