The Life of the Caterpillar 



she would browse upon the bottom of the 

 trees instead of cropping the grass. 



A very instructive workshop is that of the 

 Psyche-vermin toiling to make themselves a 

 cotton night-cap. There are numbers of 

 things to remark in both the finish of the 

 work and the ingenuity of the methods em- 

 ployed. To avoid repeating ourselves, we 

 will say nothing about these yet, but wait for 

 a little and return to the subject when setting 

 forth the talents of a second Psyche, of larger 

 stature and easier to observe. The two 

 weavers observe exactly the same procedure. 



Nevertheless let us take a glance at the 

 bottom of the egg-cup, a general workyard in 

 which I instal my dwarfs as the cases turn 

 them out. There are some hundreds of them, 

 with the sheaths from which they came and 

 an assortment of clipped stalks, chosen from 

 among the driest and richest in pith. What 

 a whirl! What bewildering animation! 



In order to see man, Micnomegas cut him- 

 self a lens out of a diamond of his necklace; 

 he held his breath lest the storm from his 

 nostrils should blow the mite away. I in 

 my turn will be the good giant, newly arri- 

 ving from Sirius; I screw a magnifying-glass 



