I believe some reviews misidentify the unfortunate creature doomed by the Imperius curse to be a spider. Rather, the leggy thing appears to be an Amblypygid or whip scorpion, which is in essence a spider-like hunter with enlarged pedipalps and highly modified front legs that act as sensory 'whips.'
A Quick-Notes Quill would really help to boost my productivity and save me hours of transcription toil.
At Books Kinokuniya yesterday, I was irritated to find a slew of outrightly creationist books with boldly triumphalist titles (spilling out the same old non-arguments about missing links and naturalistic fallacies) rubbing shoulders with the likes of Mayr, Zimmer, Wallace and Darwin. Since when have theological viewpoints become equated with scientific rigour?
The pygmy gouramis (Trichopsis pumilus) in the tank behind me are performing their sparkling dances and uttering clicks of passion. They also love sea monkeys, especially the deep red ones who perish whilst in the thralls of crustaceanic copulation.
Winter has come early to Paris, say the weathermen. It looks like I'll have to stop shaving from now on, in order to sprout a wirey layer of insulation around my chinny chin chin.
What is true may not be right. What is right may not be proper. And what is best may not be true.
Enough. Time to pack...