“ INSECT WAYS AND MEANS. IV.—HOW INSECTS SEE.Of the five senses, sight is to mankind undoubtedly the most precious. The changes of the seasons, the beauty of scenery, sunset and sunrise, the wonders of nature, and the triumphs of art are only to be appreciated through the eyes, which have aptly been described as the 'windows of the soul.' Yet there are many who pass through life without even realising what we may call the 'gilding' of the world—the delights of colour. Quite a large number of people have no colour-sense, and are unable to tell red, for instance, from green. ”
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Summary
Chatterbox, 1905, an anthology compiled by various contributors, offers a kaleidoscopic blend of narratives and observations spanning natural history, maritime life, and urban scenes. Featuring characters such as Ping Wang, Charlie, and Skipper Knowlton, the text explores themes like insect biology, the North Sea’s trawler routes, and the enigmas of caverns and spiders.
With excerpts ranging from the mechanics of ballooning to the chaos of London’s streets, it reflects an eclectic curiosity about the interconnectedness of human and natural worlds. Its structure—a mosaic of essays and stories—reveals a collective effort to record both the everyday and the extraordinary through vivid, if varied, perspectives.
Quotes from Chatterbox, 1905 (Various)
“ Thus, up and down among the great fleet of peaceful fishers, the Speedy plies all day, and even in the darkest night her watching is as keen and sure, for then her search-light, a dazzling beam, sweeps over the sea in all directions, and not the tiniest rowboat could escape unseen. Many a time it has revealed some stealthy marauder who hoped, under the cover of darkness, to pull in a net of fish from these forbidden waters and then sail into some French or Dutch port undetected. All chance of escape, however, is over when once that dazzling light falls upon the dishonest craft. ”
“ As we stand on the bridge, looking down and watching the quiet water, with all its living things, and the rabbits in their corner, it seems hard to believe that we are in the midst of a maze of human dwellings, and that miles and miles of busy streets surround us. But pause and listen awhile, and you will hear, above the music of the birds, the ring of voices and echoes of children's laughter, above the dull hum of well-hung carriages and pattering of horses' feet, a never-ending roar—the sound of the greatest city the world has ever seen. ”
