You know the sensation one has, peering into the half-light of a vivarium? One sees bark, pebbles, a few leaves, nothing more. And then, suddenly, a stone breathes — it is a toad; there is a chameleon, another, a coiled adder, a mantis among the leaves. The whole case seems crepitant with life. Perhaps the whole world is. One glances at one's sleeve, one's feet...
John Collier, Evening Primrose. 1940
I have two things to say. One: this did not start in any fashion that I might have foreseen. Two: It went in a fashion I did not expect it to go. Twice.










