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The flea jumped. "Ah," said the gentleman obviously pleased, "he does not hear
with his antennae. I shall now amputate his forelegs." With each succeeding
operation the flea leaped on command until only the hindmost legs remained.
It is astonishing how much of a fly's fife is spent doing nothing. A fly sits, rubs its
front legs together, its front legs over its head, its front legs and its middle legs, its
back legs over its wings, its back legs together, and on and on. It crawls, 41.
... the individual being subordinated to survival of the species. In some quarters it
would be hailed as maternal instinct, and by so naming it we would be no nearer
an understanding of what it is. So Mr. Daddy Long-legs And Mr. Floppy Fly Sat ...
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - Arseny - LibraryThing
Great book, and it reads surprisingly well. The only sign of age really is the use of pronouns (the scientist is always "he", even despite the fact that female science students are mentioned several ... Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - juglicerr - LibraryThing
I thought that this book was hysterical. It is not the book for people wanted all the scientific facts about flies, although it does have some interesting tidbits along the way. Instead, it cheerfully ... Read full review