Heilmann’s Iguanodon (1928)

Digger of fossils, listener to music by obscure composers, ravisher of Type, cycler of eight daily kilometers to the Huygens Institute, and eight back, reader of sombre Scandinavian thrillers, Frisian fundamentalist with tongue firmly in cheek, watcher of British comedy, critical user of all that is Apple and collector of their older machines, eater of foods, drinker of beers (particularly German wheat beer), lamenting departer of Berlin, satisfied inhabiter of a seaside (or nearly so) apartment in The Hague, Netherlands.