Gerald Durrell Quotes

No one but a murderer would have thought of giving Gerry that albatross.

Larry was always full of ideas about things of which he had no experience.

There is a pleasure sure In being mad, which none but madmen know. DRYDEN, The Spanish Friar, II, i The Migration July had been blown out like a candle by a biting wind that ushered in a leaden August sky.

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.

The magnolia tree loomed vast over the house, its branches full of white blooms, like a hundred miniature reflections of the moon, and their thick, sweet scent hung over the veranda languorously, the scent that was an enchantment luring you out into the mysterious, moonlit countryside.

Olvidándome de mi inminente peligro de ser educado, salí con Roger a cazar luciérnagas por entre las abundantes zarzas

Then I got out of bed to have a look and I found that poor rose, crushed in the middle of them, being harried to death. I got him out and put him by himself and gave him half an aspirin. Aspirin is so good for roses. Drachma pieces for the chrysanthemums, aspirin for roses, brandy for sweet peas, and a squeeze of lemon-juice for the fleshy flowers, like begonias.

He drenched himself in a scent so thick that it was almost visible

Larry was designed by Providence to go through life like a small, blond firework, exploding ideas in other people’s minds, and then curling up with catlike unctuousness and refusing to take any blame for the consequences.

La chiave per poter prevenire questa terribile razzia di creature selvatiche, animali e vegetali, è l'informazione. E' necessario far capire alla gente che le risorse naturali sono infinite e rinnovabili solo nella misura in cui vengono usate con criterio e parsimonia. Insegnando che il patrimonio naturale è qualcosa di cui andare fieri, da proteggere e non da sacrificare a egoistici ed effimeri scopi di lucro, si pongono le basi per un saggio utilizzo della natura a vantaggio di tutto il mondo.

The family were arranged on the veranda under the grapevine, each occupied with his or her own affairs. Mother was knitting, counting the stitches audibly at intervals to herself and saying ‘damn’ periodically when she went wrong. Leslie was squatting on the flag-stones, carefully weighing gunpowder and little piles of silver shot as he filled shiny red cartridge cases. Larry was reading a massive tome and occasionally glancing irritably at Margo, who was clattering away at her machine, making some diaphanous garment, and singing, off key, the only line she knew of her favourite song of the moment.
‘She wore her little jacket of blue,’ she warbled. ‘She wore her little jacket of blue, She wore her little jacket of blue, She wore her little jacket of blue.’
‘The only remarkable thing about your singing is your tenacity,’ said Larry. ‘Anybody else, faced with the fact that they could not carry a tune and couldn’t remember the simplest lyric, would have given up, defeated, a long time ago.’
He threw his cigarette butt down on the flag-stones and this produced a roar of rage from Leslie.
‘Watch the gunpowder,’ he shouted.
‘Leslie dear,’ said Mother, ‘I do wish you wouldn’t shout like that, you’ve made me lose count.’
I produced my hedgehogs proudly and showed them to Mother

The garden, for long untended, was an overgrown riot of uninhibited flowers and weeds in which whirled, squeaked, rustled,

La última vez que vi al Hombre de las Cetonias fue un atardecer, estando yo sentado en un altillo que dominaba el camino. Venía evidentemente de alguna fiesta y había tragado cantidad de vino, pues hacía eses de lado a lado del camino, tocando con la flauta una tonada melancólica. Grité un saludo, y sin volverse me hizo una seña estrafalaria. Al doblar el recodo se silueteó un instante sobre el pálido color lavanda de la tarde. Vi su sombrero andrajoso con las plumas al viento, los abultados bolsillos de su abrigo, las jaulas de mimbre llenas de soñolientas palomas a su espalda, y sobre la cabeza, dando vueltas y más vueltas a lo tonto, los puntitos minúsculos de las cetonias. Torció entonces la esquina y no quedó sino el cielo pálido con una luna nueva suspendida como una pluma de plata y el blando gorjeo de su flauta perdiéndose en el crepúsculo lejano.

His clothes were such elegant confections, beautifully hand-stitched and of such exquisite materials, that Margo was torn between envy at his wardrobe and disgust

the bobbin of wool would rise and fall, twisting like a top, her fingers busy unravelling and plucking, and her drooping mouth with its hedge of broken and discoloured teeth wide open as she sang, loudly and harshly, but with great vigour. It was from Agathi that I learned some of the most beautiful and haunting of the peasant songs.