There was, until a year ago, a little and very grimy-looking shop near Seven Dials, over which, in weather-worn yellow lettering, the name of “C. Cave, Naturalist and Dealer in Antiquities,” was inscribed. The contents of its window were curiously variegated. They comprised some elephant tusks and an imperfect set of chessmen, beads and weapons, a box of eyes, two skulls of tigers and one human, several moth-eaten stuffed monkeys (one holding a lamp), an oldfashioned cabinet, a flyblown ostrich egg or so, some fishingtackle, and an extraordinarily dirty, empty glass fish-tank.
|Basım Tarihi||:||Mart 2019|
|Boyutlar||:||13,50 x 21,00 cm|
|Kağıt Tipi||:||2. Hamur|