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The kind of madness I had was different. It was quiet, and very, very dangerous. It was a madness designed to keep me sane.
Helen Macdonald • H Is for Hawk
I SAT ON the train clutching the folder with the speech inside, ankles burning from the heater on the floor. Outside, winter breathed in. Papery skies. Glittering trees. A wash of backlit fields that folded and shrank as the city grew.
Helen Macdonald • H is for Hawk
They heard Mrs. Shawcross screaming all through the first night. Afterward her face never looked right and Dr. Fellowes reported that she’d had a “small stroke.” “Poor, poor woman,” Hugh said. “She never knows where those girls are,” Sylvie said. “She just lets them run wild. Now she’s paying the price of her carelessness.” “Oh, Sylvie,” Hugh said
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a testament to a long and robust
Ruth Hogan • The Keeper of Lost Things
THE EXPRESSION ON Christina’s face is unusual. It’s not a happy face, but it’s not unhappy either. Tense, certainly. It is fierce, ambivalent and brave. Today she’d come out to watch the hawk fly and in a burst of inspiration I decided to recruit her as my under-falconer.
Helen Macdonald • H is for Hawk
