Monday, 28 September 2009


"Yesterday... I strolled a little beyond the glade for an hour and a half... At last i feel asleep on the grass, and awake with a chorus of birds singing around me, and squirrels running up the tree and some woodpeckers laughing, and it was as pleasant and rural a scene as ever i saw, and i did not care one penny how any of the beasts or birds had been formed "


Charles Darwin writing from Moor Park to his wife Emma.

I like how he just forgets himself.