MR TROLOVE AND G.R.B.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 18938, 7 December 1929, Page 8

MR TROLOVE AND G.R.B.

To the Editor. Dear Sir,—Yes, I was delighted to meet Conan Doyle again on the screen, the other day. It was so real —I went twice. Just fancy! His message, “I know,” being listened to by perhaps 100,000 people in New Zealand. I lam called, I see, among other things, not quite so nice, “our eccentric friend,” by G.R.B. An eccentric in mechanics is that point at which power is transmitted from one direction to another. An eccentric in thought may be a person who is used to transmute, shall I say, thought from orthodoxy to heterodoxy, or modernism. Do you get me, G.R.8., or is it “past your limited comprehension?” What may seem common sense to me, and others, may be “puerile babble” (puerile means boyish—nothing to do with pure) to G.R.B. If W. T. Stead has success or failure in getting through to London, I will report it. If G.R.B. thinks he can “purify a few of my conceptions” I’m ready—get on with the dirty job. G.R.B.’s offensive does not offend me; it amuses me. He must not blame me if he gets “hell” when the “silver cord” snaps. He seems to have some smattering of something. I may “save” him yet.—l am, etc., PETER TROLOVE.