grasshouse

Updated: May 5, 2025

Various were the heads Bashti thus interrogated in his hands, on his knees, in his dim-lighted grasshouse, while the overhead sun blazed down and the fading south-east sighed through the palm-fronds and breadfruit branches. There was the head of a Japanese the only one he had ever seen or heard of. Before he was born it had been taken by his father.

Jack London - Jerry of the Islands