Writing that he “came recently into possession of letters of two of the most eminent British psychiatrists of the twentieth century, Sir Aubrey Lewis and Eliot Slater”, Dalrymple goes on to share some of their contents in this piece in New English Review:
…by the standards of their pygmy discipline, they were giants indeed.
It is delightful, then, to read the letters that Slater and Lewis wrote to each other, that prove (once again) that giants are not immune from pettiness, intrigue and wounded amour propre.
There follows a selection of wonderfully subtle slights and petty accusations that makes for amusing reading.