The life of Jean Henri Fabre, the entomologist, 1823-1910Fabre, Augustin
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The life of Jean Henri Fabre, the entomologist, 1823-1910
Fabre, Augustin
Entomologists -- France -- Biography; Fabre, Jean-Henri, 1823-1915
After a hard winter, when the snow had lain on the ground for a
fortnight, I wanted once more to look into the matter of my
Halicti. I was in bed with pneumonia and to all appearances at the
point of death. I had little or no pain, thank God, but extreme
difficulty in living. With the little lucidity left to me, being
able to do no other sort of observing, I observed myself dying; I
watched with a certain interest the gradual falling to pieces of my
poor machinery. Were it not for the terror of leaving my family,
who were still young, I would gladly have departed. The after-life
must have so many higher and fairer truths to teach us.
My hour had not yet come. When the little lamps of thought began to
emerge, all flickering, from the dusk of unconsciousness, I wished
to take leave of the Hymenoptera, my fondest joy, and first of all
of my neighbour, the Halictus. [90] My son Emile took the spade and
went and dug the frozen ground. Not a male was found, of course;
but there were plenty of females, numbed with the cold in their
cells.
A few were brought for me to see, and, roused from their torpor by
the warmth of the room, they began to wander about my bed, where I
followed them vaguely with my failing eyes. [91]
It is very true that, on leaving Orange, Fabre still had “much to
learn” from the company of Hymenoptera and other insects—the great
period of his entomological career had not yet begun—but the regret
with which he left Orange was soon dissipated by the wealth of
observations and the facilities for study which his new home offered
him.
Living in retirement at Orange, on the confines of the town, at the
gate of the fields, he was as yet only in sight of the promised land.
At Sérignan, in the quiet obscurity of quite a little village, in the
very midst of “the great museum of the fields,” he was truly in
possession of the country of his dreams; he had found his ideal
abiding-place, the spot which was in most perfect conformity with his
tastes and most favourable to his genius.
CHAPTER XIV
THE HERMIT OF SÉRIGNAN (1879–1910)
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