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Updated: June 9, 2025
I don't like to say it to myself, but I cannot help suspecting, in this instance, the doubtful-looking personage who sits on my left, beyond the Scarabee. I have some reason to think that he has made advances to the Young Girl which were not favorably received, to state the case in moderate terms, and it may be that he is taking his revenge in cutting up the poor girl's story.
Upon my honor, I would hold my right hand up and take my Bible-oath, if it was not busy with the pen at this moment, I do not believe the Scarabee had the least idea in the world of the satire on the student of the Order of Things implied in his invitation to the "amatoor."
Often, however, it does not go so far as this, and there is nothing more than mere insensibility to the cause of other people's laughter, a sort of joke-blindness, comparable to the well-known color-blindness with which many persons are afflicted as a congenital incapacity. I have never seen the Scarabee smile.
Not uncivil in the least, said the Scarabee, with something as much like a look of triumph as his dry face permitted, not uncivil at all, but a rather extraordinary question to ask at this date of entomological history.
I would not give much to hear what the Scarabee says about the old Master, for he does not pretend to form a judgment of anything but beetles, but I should like to hear what the Master has to say about the Scarabee. I waited after breakfast until he had gone, and then asked the Master what he could make of our dried-up friend.
And now he was determined, if it cost him the effort of all his remaining days, to close another discussion and put forever to rest the anxious doubts about the larva of meloe. Your thirty-six dissections must have cost you a deal of time and labor, the Master said. What have I to do with time, but to fill it up with labor? answered the Scarabee. It is my meat and drink to work over my beetles.
Everybody laughed, except the Capitalist, who was a little hard of hearing, and the Scarabee, whose life was too earnest for demonstrations of that kind. He had his eyes fixed on the volume, however, with eager interest. The p'int 's carried, said the Member of the Haouse. Will you let me look at that book a single minute? said the Scarabee.
Why, said I, you have got hold of one of my own working axioms. I should like to hear you develop it. The Member of the Haouse said he should be glad to listen to the debate. The gentleman had the floor. The Scarabee rose from his chair and departed; I thought his joints creaked as he straightened himself.
There was no sooner a vacancy on our side of the table, than the Master proposed a change of seats which would bring the Young Astronomer into our immediate neighborhood. The Scarabee was to move into the place of our late unlamented associate, the Man of Letters, so called. I was to take his place, the Master to take mine, and the young man that which had been occupied by the Master.
You think all the flies of the year are dead and gone, and there comes a warm day and all at once there is a general resurrection of 'em; they had been taking a nap, that is all. I suppose you do not trust your spider in the Muscarium? said I, addressing the Scarabee. Not exactly, he answered, she is a terrible creature.
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