Each day had a tranquility a timelessness about it so that you wished it would never end. But then the dark skin of the night would peel off and ther… - Gerald Durrell

The noise of drinking was exhilarating. Champagne corks popped and the pale, chrysanthemum-coloured liquid, whispering gleefully with bubbles, hissed into the glasses; heavy red wine glupped into the goblets, thick and crimson as the blood of some mythical monster, and a swirling wreath of pink bubbles formed on the surface; the frosty white wine tiptoed into the glasses, shrilling, gleaming, now like diamonds, now like topaz; the ouzo lay transparent and innocent as the edge of a mountain pool until the water splashed in and the whole glass curdled like a conjuring trick, coiling and blurring into a summer cloud of moonstone white.

- Пикник в Англия?! – възкликна Лари. – Мисля, че няма да мога да го понеса. Нали си спомням това приключение от младостта си: очарованието на мравките и пясъка в храната, паленето на огън с мокри дърва, ревящите бури, лекия сняг, който се сипе върху теб, докато дъвчеш първия си сандвич…

Right in the Heart of the African Jungle a small white man lives. Now there is one extraordinary fact about him that he is the friend of all animals.