“Though the world is
shrinking daily,
much of it is still
unknown;
the blank spots are
disappearing
beneath the unblinking
eyes of satellites and the
probing fingers of
chainsaws, bulldozers and the
farmer’s hoe,
but great swaths of
the planet
remain a mystery to
polite society,
fit habitat for myths
and monsters,
a place where dreams
can live.
One of
those dreams is 6 inches long, has a white spot on each wing, and has kindled an obsession within me.”
WHO WROTE
IT? WHICH BOOK?