The beaks, the glass eyes glaring out from a cat or rodent head, the immense skulls of elephants or rhinoceros at the front of their carcasses mounted on steel wires, everything stays silent, serene as, one piece at a time, I remove my clothing. The two hind legs of the four-legged hen don’t tremble, nor does its crest, as I open the glass ornithology case and smash with my dick the multiple examples of fossilized eggs, including a double hen’s egg–in reality two eggs strangely connected by a string. No mother sheds a single tear as I extract, to fuck them in the ass, two Siamese wolf cubs from their container filled with an amber-colored liquid. There is no reason for either of them to be jealous of the other. p.248