Trained in Anglican theology to be a country clergyman, I never endeavored to disturb beliefs held dear, even as my own faith wobbled among fossils. I served on Beagle’s voyage to grasp an opportunity— exploration any man craves in youth. Would I have traveled had I known the scorn to be poured on me? For the scientific truths revealed about life’s diversity, disparaged reputation and discomfort were worthy sacrifice. When I returned to England, I had enough to engage me … Read on…