November 8—The laws of momentum have always fascinated me... 32 feet per second per second and all that... particularly when I had lifted a heavy stone to look beneath it and dropped my spectacles at the precise moment when the stone commenced its journey back to earth: lifting it again I found two things; a pair of Harold Lloyds reduced to tiny splinters and pair of earwigs setting up house for the winter. Earwigs are, indeed, much maligned creatures and even their name is based on a misunderstanding: has nothing to do with their supposed habit of crawling into the ears of sleepers, but was originally "ear-wing" because they have a pair of tiny wings shaped much like a human ear, these wings being neatly folded up at their sides and only used for flying at night: of course, when the word got carelessly changed [to ear-wig people thought it had something to do with wiggling into your ear... and so the unfounded rumour began. These creatures live a most respectable married life (the females being model mothers) and it is just at this time of the year that they pair off and set up house for the winter in any nook or cranny, beneath stones, or, indeed, in any dark place which will structure of the British constitution, just as give them warmth and shelter. They will not spectacles,
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