Lyrebirds. For Siobhan Keenan. ‘The lyrebird sings one of the longest, most melodious and complex of all bird songs. The males have become superlative mimics…a skilled ornithologist may be able to recognise the songs of over a dozen other birds embedded in the lyrebird’s incomparable recitals. Some individuals have territories close to those occupied by human beings and they incorporate the new sounds they hear coming across their frontiers. So they include in their performances accurate imitations of such things as spot-welding machines, burglar alarms and camera motor drives.’ – Sir David Attenborough ‘How could I possibly join them on to the little bit (two Inches wide) of Ivory on which I work with so fine a Brush, as produces little effect after much labour? – Jane Austen. The ‘little bit of ivory’ was a slim pocket notebook composed of pieces of ivory bound together and on which she could make notes in pencil and later erase. ‘I spilt the dew – But took the morn – I chose this single star From out the wide night’s numbers – Sue – forevermore!’ ‘One Sister have I in our house’ – Emily Dickinson ‘This is why I value that little phrase “I don’t know” so highly. It’s small, but it flies on mighty wings. It expands our lives to include the spaces within us as well as those outer expanses in which our tiny Earth hangs suspended.’ – ‘The Poet and the World’, Nobel Prize lecture, 1996, Wisława Szymborska ‘I often wondered what my grandmother knew that none of the rest of us knew and if she alone knew it, or if it was a
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