Tea would arrive, the cakes squatting on cushions of cream, toast in a melting shawl of butter, cups agleam and a faint wisp of steam rising from the teapot shawl.

Tea would arrive, the cakes squatting on cushions of cream, toast in a melting shawl of butter, cups agleam and a faint wisp of steam rising from the teapot shawl.

They were maps that lived, maps that one could study, frown over, and add to; maps, in short, that really meant something.

I can't be expected to produce deathless prose in an atmosphere of gloom and eucalyptus.

‎'All we need is a book,' roared Leslie; 'don't panic, hit 'em with a book.

Animals generally return the love you lavish on them by a swift bite in passing-not unlike friends and wives.

If naturalists go to heaven (about which there is considerable ecclesiastical doubt), I hope that I will be furnished with a troop of kakapo to amuse me in the evening instead of television.