`` My dear , it 's they that have been running after me , father and son , for hundreds and hundreds of years , throwing stones at me till they have knocked off my spectacles fifty times , and calling me a malignant and a turbaned Turk , who beat a Venetian and traduced the State -- goodness only knows what they mean , for I never read poetry - - and hunting me round and round -- though catch me they ca n't , for every time I go over the same ground , I go the faster , and grow the bigger . While all I want is to be friends with them , and to tell them something to their advantage , like Mr. Joseph Ady : only somehow they are so strangely afraid of hearing it . But , I suppose I am not a man of the world , and have no tact . '' `` But why do n't you turn round and tell them so ? '' `` Because I ca n't . You see , I am one of the sons of Epimetheus , and must go backwards , if I am to go at all . '' `` But why do n't you stop , and let them come up to you ? '' `` Why , my dear , only think . If I did , all the butterflies and cockyolybirds would fly past me , and then I should catch no more new species , and should grow rusty and mouldy , and die . And I do n't intend to do that , my dear ; for I have a destiny before me , they say : though what it is I do n't know , and do n't care . '' `` Do n't care ? '' said Tom . `` No . Do the duty which lies nearest you , and catch the first beetle you come across , is my motto ; and I have thriven by it for some hundred years . Now I must go on . Dear me , while I have been talking to you , at least nine new species have escaped me . '' And on went the giant , behind before , like a bull in a china-shop , till he ran into the steeple of the great idol temple -LRB- for they are all idolaters in those parts , of course , else they would never be afraid of giants -RRB- , and knocked the upper half clean off , hurting himself horribly about the small of the back . But little he cared ; for as soon as the ruins of the steeple were well between his legs , he poked and peered among the falling stones , and shifted his spectacles , and pulled out his pocket - magnifier , and cried - `` An entirely new Oniscus , and three obscure Podurellae ! Besides a moth which M. le Roi des Papillons -LRB- though he , like all Frenchmen , is given to hasty inductions -RRB- says is confined to the limits of the Glacial Drift . This is most important ! ''
And down he sat on the nave of the temple -LRB- not being a man of the world -RRB- to examine his XXXXX .
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