‘That lies like truth: ‘Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane:’ and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!’
(Shakespeare, Macbeth)
‘That lies like truth: ‘Fear not, till Birnam wood
Do come to Dunsinane:’ and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane. Arm, arm, and out!’
(Shakespeare, Macbeth)
‘On its lovely site overlooking the loch it remains, still beautiful, standing in emptiness and ruin, its walls and rooms open to the sky. […] Linlithgow makes me hope there may be a day when some humans will no longer think it desirable, or even acceptable, to kill one species in order to protect another, specially nurtured, carefully bred for the sole purpose of being shot for sport.’
(Esther Woolfson, Corvus: A Life with Birds, Granta)