"Unlistening" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... this social and half-domesticated bird so far into these wilds. In La Grande Brulure, a hermit thrush perched upon a dry tree in a swampy place and sang most divinely. We paused to listen to his clear, silvery strain poured out without stint upon that unlistening solitude. I was half persuaded I had heard him before on ...
— Locusts and Wild Honey • John Burroughs |
