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Jamrach's Menagerie QUOTES

Jamrach's Menagerie QUOTES

1 " It was then I truly realised the whale is no more a fish than I am. So much blood. This was not like the fish on the quay, fresh caught, lying flipping and flopping, death on a simmer. This was a fierce, boiling death. She died thrashing blindly in a slick of gore, full of pain and fury, gnashing her jaws, beating her tail, spewing lumps of slime and half-digested fish that fell stinking about us. It was vile. So much strength dies slowly. "

― Carol Birch , Jamrach's Menagerie

2 " It’s one of the things I love about the sea, the way you can see weather afar. It’s like looking at the future. "

― Carol Birch , Jamrach's Menagerie

3 " It was the first smile of my life. Of course, that is a ridiculous thing to say; I had been smiled at often, the big man had smiled at me not a minute since. And yet I say: it was the first smile, because it was the first that ever went straight into me like a needle too thin to be seen. "

― Carol Birch , Jamrach's Menagerie

4 " Mr. Jamrach led me through the lobby and into the menagerie. The first was a parrot room, a fearsome screaming place of mad round eyes, crimson breasts that beat against bars, wings that flapped against their neighbours, blood red, royal blue, gypsy yellow, grass green. The birds were crammed along perches. Macaws hung upside down here and there, batting their white eyes, and small green parrots flittered above our heads in drifts. A hot of cockatoos looked down from on high over the shrill madness, high crested, creamy breasted. The screeching was like laughter in hell. "

― Carol Birch , Jamrach's Menagerie

5 " There's no way out of this, it's stark: live or die. Every given moment a bubble that bursts. Step on, from one to the next, ever onwards, a rainbow of stepping stones, each bursting softly as your foot touches and passes on. Till one step finds only empty air. Till that step, live. "

― Carol Birch , Jamrach's Menagerie

6 " One goes, or we all die "

― Carol Birch , Jamrach's Menagerie

7 " To look into the eyes of a cannibal. I turn away at the thought. "

― Carol Birch , Jamrach's Menagerie

8 " I always knew I'd be a sailor. In my cradle, playing with my toes, I knew it. What else could there have been? The sailors had made my blood move before I was born, I now believe. As my mother stood one night upon the shit-smelling Bermondsey shore with me in her belly, the sailors had sung out there across the great river, and their siren song had come to the shell-pink enormity that was my listening ear newly formed in the amniotic fluid.
Or so I believe. "

― Carol Birch , Jamrach's Menagerie