“Quite soon my office was a jumble of broken bits of rocks, and needles, and old monographs, all coated in fine, limy dust. I still work in an identical office today. Tidy people’s eyes go all peculiar when they come into it. I have a special small padded seat for them to collapse into.”

“Quite soon my office was a jumble of broken bits of rocks, and needles, and old monographs, all coated in fine, limy dust. I still work in an identical office today. Tidy people’s eyes go all peculiar when they come into it. I have a special small padded seat for them to collapse into.”

— Richard Fortey