In Conservation, The Motto Should Always Be

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.

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.

All Over The World The Wildlife That I Write About Is In Grave Danger. It Is Being Exterminated By What We Call The Progress Of Civilization.

I Said I 'liked' Being Half-educated; You Were So Much More 'surprised' At Everything When You Were Ignorant.

Animals Generally Return The Love You Lavish On Them By A Swift Bite In Passing-not Unlike Friends And Wives.