I read C. P. Snow’s The Two Cultures in 1960, when I was teaching English at Wellesley, and it made such an impression on me that I spent the next two years trying to redress the imbalance of mind deriving from a purely literary education, by taking a year of undergraduate science and then teaching for a year at a technical college. I wrote a book on the subject, called Science and the Shabby Curate of Poetry, published in 1964. But in the fifteen years since then I have given only sporadic attention to the issue, though I have never forgotten it. I’ve been defeated by the problem of getting past the pious platitudes—’’it’s a crying shame that the two cultures are so divided’’—to arguments that are intellectually or any other way substantial. But now it seems to me that certain external circumstances have change enough that that problem can be resolved; not the problem of the very different experience of men in the humanities from men in the sciences, but the problem of communication between them. What follows are the 1979 reflections on the split, various in character but partly joyful, of a long‐term desponder.