The Life of the Fly 



re scibili after the botanical excursion was 

 over. 



With Moquln-Tandon, new vistas opened 

 before me. Here It was no longer the case 

 of a nomenclator with an Infallible memory: 

 he was a naturalist with far-reaching Ideas, a 

 philosopher who soared above petty details 

 to comprehensive views of life, a writer, a 

 poet who knew how to clothe the naked truth 

 in the magic mantle of the glowing word. 

 Never again shall I sit at an Intellectual feast 

 like that : 



'Leave your mathematics,' he said. 'No 

 one will take the least Interest In your formulas. 

 Get to the beast, the plant; and. If, as I be- 

 lieve, the fever burns In your veins, you will 

 find men to listen to you.' 



We made an expedition to the centre of the 

 island, to Monte Renoso,^ with which I was 

 already familiar. I made the scientist pick the 

 hoary everlasting {Helichrysum frigidum) ^ 

 which makes a wonderful patch of silver; the 

 many-headed thrift, or mouflon-grass (z/r- 

 meria multiceps) , which the Corslcans call 

 erba muorone; the downy marguerite {Leu- 

 canthemum tomosiun) , which, clad In wadding, 



^A mountain of 7,730 feet, about twenty-five miles from 

 Ajaccio. — Translator's Note. 

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