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"Many of the oaks had fallen or were close to death. The old wood was dying on its feet."

"From the old wood came an ancient melancholy...They, too, were waiting: obstinately, stoically waiting, and giving off a potency of silence. Perhaps they were only waiting for the end; to be cut down, cleared away, the end of the forest, for them the end of all things" - Lady Chatterley's Lover,pg.68

Eerie the way thimgs echo

Quite astonishingly written, especially so for a Guardian journalist, who tend to have the emotional imagination of fleas (though Monbiot, along with Owen Jones, have always been leagues beyond what that newspaper can provide). But too much bloviating travelouges and autobio crap. I dont care for nature writing, i find it too wishy washy, and the forays into a kind of spiritual quasi mysticism is eye rolling.

Note to self: chapter 5 about Britains Big Cats