Note 2 — Chapter III · THE TEREBINTH-LOUSE: THE GALLS
Bernard Miall translation
May arrives; and already the simpler galls begin to grow: the lateral folds which, bent back upon the edge, become so many green hems. Beneath the awl of the black Louse, patiently pricking away at the leaf, a narrow border curves inwards from the edge. The line of attack measures a couple of centimetres.2 When it has worked long enough at this or that point, the tiny insect changes its place and goes elsewhere to begin all over again, standing motionless while its implement performs its functions.