HERE AND THERE in the Natural History Museum in London, built into recesses along theunderlit corridors or standing between glass cases of minerals and ostrich eggs and a centuryor so of other productive clutter, are secret doors—at least secret in the sense that there isnothing about them to attract the visitor’s notice. Occasionally you might see someone withthe distracted manner and interestingly willful hair that mark the scholar emerge from one ofthe doors and hasten down a corridor, probably to disappear through another door a littlefurther on, but this is a relatively rare event. For the most part the doors stay shut, giving nohint that beyond them exists another—a parallel—Natural History Museum as vast as, and inmany ways more wonderful than, the one the public knows and adores.

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