[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] SIR,—The letter on Dr.
Voronoff in this week's issue of the Spectator will be welcomed by all those who still believe that life is, above all things, a spiritual experience. May I add, as a postscript, the description given of Dr. Voronoff by that clever Italian journalist, Signor Iry Ojetti, in his book recently translated by Mr. Henry Furst ?— " Voronoff is a wizard, in fact he is Mephistopheles in person, only the forked chin-beard is missing to complete the resemblance.
In truth he is well disguised behind his formulas, his studies, his learning, his diplomat's garb and his ecclesiastical gestures. But even his professorial modesty, which does not dare to affirm anything without due proof, every minute sends out diabolical sparks. The horns of his swarthy he-goats which he causes to live beyond the limits imposed by Nature, the Faust-like pride which you see gleaming in the eyes of his rejuvenated patients, those hands, that forehead, that honeyed smile : how is it possible that by these attributes everybody does not recognize him, all those great savants who are acclaiming him ? "
—I am, Sir, &c.,
BLANCHE WINDER.
Graythwaite Manor, Grange-over-Sands.
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