Augustin Fabre, The life of Jean Henri Fabre, the entomologist… (1921)
“ In his hands and in his books, as though by [378] magic, entomology became truly a living science, provided with wings—the wings of imagination and poetry, of thought and philosophy. It is a far cry from the dense materialism of the “dust-to-dust” scientists who content themselves with dissecting poor little murdered bodies to the winged spiritualism of this open-air entomologist, interrogating with his bright, loving glance these little insect souls, at once so wonderful and so unconscious. ”
