72 The Book of Bugs. 



Arabella or any other flea dies, he has all that work to 

 do over again. He hasn't even the consolation that the 

 rest of us useless people have, writers and actors, painters 

 and singers, our Art. He has no art. 



He and his fleas are well-met. For he and they are 

 parasites and devour without replacing. 



