Creation Page #3

Well, I've been chasing

this little crustacean

in all of its evolutionary forms

over 30 million years.

Now, eight years doesn't seem a very

long time to achieve that, does it?

What does "procrastinating" mean?

Oh, I think you know very well

what it means, Annie.

It means putting things off. Why?

That's what Mr Hooker

thinks you're doing.

Does he indeed?

Is it because of Mama

or what's in that box?

Both.

- I should probably just burn the lot.

- You can't. I'm in it.

Don't be absurd! Of course you're not.

- What do you mean?

- When I was a baby, you said.

- Oh, that.

- The Natural History of Babies.

Yes, that's right.

Look at my finger.

Oh, you're so strong! You're so strong!

Here. Annie.

I think that will not help her sleep.

I'm sure you're probably right.

Who's that?

Who is that? Is that you?

Oh, sweetheart. Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh, what a mean old papa you have.

Oh, sweetheart!

Oh, what a mean old papa you have!

What a mean old...

What a mean old man you have!

Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

"Six weeks:
gurgles."

"Tries to suck.

Holds tight to my finger."

"Perceives bosom

when three or four inches from it."

I should add that she's musical.

I hope you do not plan to treat all our

children as specimens of the ape genus

to be included in your experiments.

All of our children?

You mean you want more?

Oh, sorry. I assumed.

No, if the idea doesn't appeal,

then we won't have any more children.

Darling, I have plans to breed

an entire army of them.

Look at that. That's called the waltz.

Careful, now! Not too far ahead.

- Make yourself useful, Hooker.

- Stay away from that water!

Fear not, Brodie,

I have them in my sights. Children!

Now, which of the four of you

would be the first who would

like to learn how to hook a worm?

Me! Me!

"A little further on,

the leading Highlander snuffed the wind

like a setting Spaniel,

and then made a signal to his party

again to halt."

"He stooped down upon all fours,

wrapped up in his plaid..."

- Look what I found, Mama.

- Look at that.

- What shall I feed it?

- Let's ask Reverend Innes.

Oh, erm...

A leaf, I should think.

Necrophorus humator, isn't he, Charles?

- Rather a splendid specimen.

- Yes, he is. He's a... carnivore.

He eats carrion and insects.

Boys! We need carrion and insects!

Look, here's a worm, here's a worm.

- An earwig! Squish it!

- No, don't kill it.

I know that expression.

He's dreaming of his glory days when he

was unencumbered with wife and family.

Free to wander the planet.

Actually, I was...

I was remembering how the tropical seas

teemed with living particles

that seemed to surround the Beagle

with a luminous glow

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