Saturday, July 09, 2005

He delibrately held out his wrist for the bird to take flight, and caught it again at the moment it spread its wings. He felt the plump shape strive and strain under his fingers; and, in sudden access of troubled spite, shut the bird into a small box and fastened the bolt.

Flight by Doris Lessing.

if you understand what it means.

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