If there was ever a sub-text to the evolutionary process, it is the Tennysonian refrain of ‘Nature red in tooth and claw’. In our great museums of natural history the research rooms may be cluttered with dusty fossils presided over by muttering curators, but in the public galleries the scene is very different. Here huge animated dinosaurs wallow in gore, as jaws slobber and teeth grin in reptilian rictus. Nor is there any particular reason to doubt that the common lot of a fossil-to-be was not to end its days on the sandy floor of a tranquil lagoon or flower-bedecked...

You do not currently have access to this article.