Backward crawling into sand by the non-pit-building antlion Synclisis japonica

Only backward walking by the pit-building antlion Myrmeleon bore

Osaka Museum of Natural History

Movie Archives of Animal Behavior

Forward walking of the pit-building antlion larva (#1, 3rd instar) Myrmeleon punctinervis (Neuroptera: Myrmeleontidae)

Osaka Museum of Natural History

Movie Archives of Animal Behavior

A male fiddler crab captured a female and took her into his burrow

Osaka Museum of Natural History

Movie Archives of Animal Behavior

Ancient History 29: Telemachus and Mentor. Seeing his languorous pupil. / Burning for Eucharis with a fire always new / Mentor, with a punch, pitched him straight into the water / To make him abandon the island (Unique quatrain by Mr. Duponchel)

The National Museum of Western Art, Tokyo

Union Catalog of the Collections of the National Art Museums, Japan

Ancient History 49: The death of Sappho

The National Museum of Western Art, Tokyo

Union Catalog of the Collections of the National Art Museums, Japan

Ancient History 15: Aeneas and Dido: A protective fog obscured the heavens; / And as they found themselves without an umbrella, / Leading his friend into a dark cave, / Aeneas on that beautiful day saw his ardours consummated (Aeneid. corrected by Mr. Villemain)

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The Blue-stockings 22: The blue-stocking declaiming her play －Act 6 Scene 1... the theatre shows a tiger asleep in the desert... Rosalba barely drags herself forward, and does so with even greater difficulty because of her five children and her aged father: －Rosalba falls at the foot of a date-palm covered with coconuts, and cries in despair: Oh heaven, when will our torments finish. －The entire audience (in a low voice): ‘and ours, too, when will they finish, oh heaven!’

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THE TEMPTATION OF THE NEW St. ANTHONY: In that particular time, a great and fat sinner named Véron felt himself touched by grace: having reflected that the Press was a priesthood, he became a hermit and retired to a wild place in the midst of the steepest mountains of Montmartre. There, he spent his days and nights in prayer, and as a means of mortification, imposed upon himself as a penitence the continual re-reading of the list of subscribers to the Constitutionnel. －For his only food, Véron took at long intervals a light fragment of Regnauld pâté. －The Devil, irritated by this edifying yet unexpected conversion employed different strategies to make St. Véron succumb to his temptations, but our noble coenobite knew how to resist those things which until recently had held so many charms for him: Satan, who had taken the form of the Constitutionnel in order come in person to tempt St. Véron, returned to the road for Paris, furious. －The anchorite of Montmartre has, since this time, been placed in the rank of the greatest saints which Parisian journalism honours, and is especially supplicated by the unfortunates who have a head cold

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(Left) The little village on the far mountainside was already out of sight, and spring was coming around again. The grape trees were like large ailing snakes creeping under the coping stones of the wall. A brown light moved about in the tepid air. The void created by the selfsame every day is likely to chop down even the young trees that were left behind. In this everyday life, a thicket of trees protrudes like a boulder. (Right) The village I lived in has never been thought of as so small. The sun showed itself. The tall poplar forest looks like a beach being blown about by the wind. I grow dizzy just watching that seamless succession. If I can manage to get drunk on this succession of unchanging days, I can also grow to feel like I have taken down an elephant or snake. He differentiated things in this way, like a fluttering butterfly

Museum of Contemporary Art Tokyo

Tokyo Museum Collection

ADVERTISING AND PUBLICITY 2: THEY MAKE THIS POOR PUBLIC SWALLOW THIS!! The Rubber Clyso-Trompe occupies, within the large family of emollients, the place which the gentle flute holds among wind instruments. The Clyso-Trompe refreshes ideas, destroys bugs, calms nervous irritation, opens up intelligence, purifies the Conscience of remorse, inspires Dithyrambs upon the museum of Versailles, but does not at all relieve colic. The lights of the ox in early infacy have received the commendation of all crowned heads. This admirable Pectoral cures Dim-sightedness, Corns, Whitlows, freckles, the mania for maknig dramas. etc. etc. etc. This velvet paste is most particularly suitable for everyone. It relieves hoarseness as if by hand. Duprez is indebted to it from 553 feet above sealevel, where he has never been. It even gives children in the best of health Whooping-cough

The National Museum of Western Art, Tokyo

Union Catalog of the Collections of the National Art Museums, Japan