jardin des plantes
I was interrupted in the heyday of this soliloquy, with a voice which I took to be of a child, which complained it could not get out.I lookd up and down the passage, and seeing neither man, woman, or child, I went out without further attention.
In my return back through the passage, I heard the same words repeated twice over; and looking up, I saw it was a starling hung in a little cage.I cant get outI cant get out, said the starling.
I stood looking at the bird: and to every person who came through the passage it ran fluttering to the side towards which they approachd it, with the same lamentation of its captivity.I cant get out, said the starling.God help thee! said I, but Ill let thee out, cost what it will; so I turnd about the cage to get to the door; it was twisted and double twisted so fast with wire, there was no getting it open without pulling the cage to pieces.I took both hands to it.
The bird flew to the place where I was attempting his deliverance, and thrusting his head through the trellis, pressd his breast against it, as if impatient.I fear, poor creature! said I, I cannot set thee at liberty.No, said the starlingI cant get outI cant get out, said the starling.
Sterne, A Sentimental Journey
Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet."
Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze,
I cannot get out, said the starling.)