They Were Maps That Lived, Maps That

What Fools We Are, Eh? What Fools, Sitting Here In The Sun, Singing. And Of Love, Too! I Am Too Old For It And You Are Too Young, And Yet We Waste Our Time Singing About It. Ah, Well, Let's Have A Glass Of Wine, Eh?

You Cannot Begin To Preserve Any Species Of Animal Unless You Preserve The Habitat In Which It Dwells. Disturb Or Destroy That Habitat And You Will Exterminate The Species As Surely As If You Had Shot It. So Conservation Means That We Have To Preserve Forest And Grassland, River And Lake, Even The Sea Itself. This Is Vital Not Only For The Preservation Of Animal Life Generally, But For The Future Existence Of Man Himself - A Point That Seems To Escape Many People.

The Great Ecosystems Are Like Complex Tapestries - A Million Complicated Threads, Interwoven, Make Up The Whole Picture. Nature Can Cope With Small Rents In The Fabric; It Can Even, After A Time, Cope With Major Disasters Like Floods, Fires, And Earthquakes. What Nature Cannot Cope With Is The Steady Undermining Of Its Fabric By The Activities Of Man.

As I Watched The Pulsing Fire Among The Trees And Heard The Beat Of The Drum Merge And Tremble With The Voices, Forming An Intricate Pattern Of Sound, I Knew That Someday I Would Have To Return Or Be Haunted Forever By The Beauty And Mystery That Is Africa.

Among The Myrtles The Mantids Moved, Lightly, Carefully, Swaying Slightly, The Quintessence Of Evil. They Were Lank And Green, With Chinless Faces And Monstrous Globular Eyes, Frosty Gold, With An Expression Of Intense, Predatory Madness In Them. The Crooked Arms, With Their Fringes Of Sharp Teeth, Would Be Raised In Mock Supplication To The Insect World, So Humble, So Fervent, Trembling Slightly When A Butterfly Flew Too Close.