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

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.

I said I *liked* being half-educated; you were so much more *surprised* at everything when you were ignorant.

I said I _liked_ being half-educated; you were so much more _surprised_at everything when you were ignorant.

Nothing except possibly love and death are of importance, & even the importance of death is somewhat ephemeral, as no one has yet faxed back a reliable report.

Zoos should concentrate more on the preservation side of things.