British naturalist and writer (1925–1995)
Gerald "Gerry" Malcolm Durrell (7 January 1925 – 30 January 1995) was a naturalist, zookeeper, author, and television presenter, most famous for founding what is now called the Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust on the Channel Island of Jersey and for writing a number of books based on his animal-collecting and conservation expeditions. He was the brother of Lawrence Durrell.
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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.
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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
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.
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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.