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It’s Just the very Biggest Thing in the World
Hesketchedhimselfintogiveascaleofheights.Hewas,wewillsay,overfivefeethigh.Thetreeistentimesbigger,whichiswhatonewouldexpect."
"Goodheavens!"Icried."Thenyouthinkthebeastwas——Why,CharingCrossstationwouldhardlymakeakennelforsuchabrute!"
"Apartfromexaggeration,heiscertainlyawell-grownspecimen,"saidtheProfessor,complacently.
"But,"Icried,"surelythewholeexperienceofthehumanraceisnottobesetasideonaccountofasinglesketch"—Ihadturnedovertheleavesandascertainedthattherewasnothingmoreinthebook—"asinglesketchbyawanderingAmericanartistwhomayhavedoneitunderhashish,orinthedeliriumoffever,orsimplyinordertogratifyafreakishimagination.Youcan’t,asamanofscience,defendsuchapositionasthat."
ForanswertheProfessortookabookdownfromashelf.
"Thisisanexcellentmonographbymygiftedfriend,RayLankester!"saidhe."Thereisanillustrationherewhichwouldinterestyou.Ah,yes,hereitis!Theinscriptionbeneathitruns:‘ProbableappearanceinlifeoftheJurassicDinosaurStegosaurus.Thehindlegaloneistwiceastallasafull-grownman.’Well,whatdoyoumakeofthat?"
Hehandedmetheopenbook.IstartedasIlookedatthepicture.Inthisreconstructedanimalofadeadworldtherewascertainlyaverygreatresemblancetothesketchoftheunknownartist.
"Thatiscertainlyremarkable,"saidI.
