[0:00]I've been looking through your book of the wood, Mr. White's Natural History. Well, how do you like it? I cannot get on. It is too disturbing. Disturbing? Take this observation: Swift on a fine morning in May, flying this way, that way, sailing around at a great height perfectly happily. Then, then, one leaps onto the back of another, grasps tightly, and forgetting to fly, they both sink down and down in a great dying fall, fathom after fathom until the female utters... Yes?
[0:49]the female utters a loud, piercing cry of ecstasy.
