It was one of those things they keep in a jar in the tent of a sideshow on the outskirts of a little, drowsy town. One of those pale things drifting in alcohol plasma, forever dreaming and circling, with its peeled, dead eyes staring at you and never seeing you.
- Ray Bradbury, The Jar
2 comments:
My cats would read havoc with that shelf.
That is an incredible collection. You can almost smell the formaldehyde.
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