Hey! That’s my line!
The most significant moment I’ve had as reader so far came to me courtesy of Annie Dillard in Spring 2007. And at the exact moment I read this passage from “Seeing,” I saved the leaf that landed on my head. This book, this page, this paragraph, this leaf - they mean everything to me.
"The point is that I just don’t know what the lover knows…The herpetologist asks the native, ‘Are there any snakes in that ravine?’ ‘Nosir.’ And the herpetologist comes home with, yessir, three bags full. Are there butterflies on that mountain? Are the bluets in bloom, are there arrowheads here, or fossil shells in the shale?"