11 February 2011

"when the humming birds quivered in the flower's trumpet; when the vast slab-footed elephants squelched through the mud; when the animal-eyed savage pushed off from the reeds in his canoe; when the persian woman picked a louse from the hair of the child; when the zebras galloped across the horizon in wild arabesques of mating; when the blue-black hollow of the sky resounded with the tap tap tap of the vulture's beak on skeleton that had a little flesh and only a half tail: - monsieur and madame louvois neither saw nor heard."

/ excerpt from "waiting for dejeuner" a short (& brilliant) story by virginia woolf