“Theodore Dalrymple” not only has one of the most droll pen names I have seen (the man is a doctor who enjoys his privacy), but he also is one of England’s best writers on social issues–and its finest contrarian. One of his favorite targets is scientism and the ways it ravages the poor and ignorant. In this review in The New York Sun he is singing a song whose tune I know well and whose lyrics I never tire of: “Marx is Dead, Freud is Dead, and by the way, so is Darwin.”