The mynah fledging died last Monday, after a mere four days under our care. It had spiritless pupils, and a constantly damp and dirty vent to which was stuck bits of faecal material – the mark of an unhealthy bird. We suspect it came from a condemned brood (diseased? parasitised?) for its sibling was already [...]














The Complete Essays (Penguin Classics)
The Gormenghast Trilogy
Making Globalization Work
What Next?: Surviving the Twenty-first Century 
Blackadder: The Whole Damn Dynasty
Dry Store Room No. 1: The Secret Life of the Natural History Museum
Consilience
Cat’s Cradle (Penguin Modern Classics)
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