This book comes from an intimate and bushy museum, that is to say a treasure box, from which a muskrat, a black swan, a somewhat sadistic Czech director, glass eyes, invertebrate models, a lightboat, octopuses brandished on harpoons, glittering girellas and bugs, an invasion of flies, the carrion of a whale, among others, will emerge, a great German artist, a pack of poets, birch trees and mists, a mystical paleontologist, a rifleman taken by metaphysical vertigo, an atheist neurobiologist, the shadow of a southern entomologist, terrible parents, a caged panther, beetles and some orthopterans, a fetus, a cicada mummy, an imaginary arsonist, and other tiny jewels.
