Friday, March 21, 2008

Pulling the cage to pieces

"I was interrupted... with a voice which I took to be that of a child, which complained: 'it could not get out,'...and looking up, I saw it was a starling hung up in a little cage. I stood looking at the bird, and to every person who came through the passage, it ran fluttering towards the side which they approached it, with the same lamentation of its captivity--'I can't get out,' said the starling. God help thee!--said I--but I'll let thee out,cost what it will; so I turned the cage about to get at the door; it was twisted and double twisted so fast with wire, there was no getting it open without pulling the cage to pieces... The bird flew to the place where I was attempting his deliverance, and thrusting his head through the trellis, pressed his breast against it...--I fear, poor creature, said I, I cannot set thee at liberty.--'No,' said the starling; 'I can't get out--I can't get out.'

I vow I never had any affections more tenderly awaked."


Don't google it. Or do, as you wish.

7 comments:

LizB said...

Are we taking a sentimental journey? Sorry you feel caged, honey.

LAS said...

I'm sorry Nina! I hope you feel better soon!

jen said...

If you stand back I will use a blowtorch on your cage and melt you an escape route.

No one will find you or bother you in Iowa. Well, except me.

Nina said...

LizB, I don't feel caged, really. I just love that passage.

LAS, I feel ok. Just up late reading.

Jen, You are an awesome i-friend.

M@ said...

Googling....

Oracle said...

My Drugs do that to me too

Effortlessly Average said...

"Thus I have shunn'd the fire for fear of burning,

and drench'd me in the sea, where I am drown'd."


If it's not one thing, it's another, ain't it Dearheart.