Dalrymple on historian A. L. Rowse:
For many years before [his death]… he was eaten by a resentment that he no longer had a motive to conceal. He believed he had solved the problem of the identity of the Dark Lady of Shakespeare’s Sonnets, but not everyone agreed, and in book after book he inveighed against their stupidity, their envy, their obtuseness, their blindness caused by social prejudice against someone such as he who had not been born with the silver spoon in his mouth…
[H]e was much in advance of his time. I am not thinking of his self-advertised combination of scholarship and intuition, but rather that of his resentment and boastfulness which seems so prevalent today.
Note: This piece has since been renamed “Rowse and the Worm that Gnaweth”.