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When Mary Anning uncovers an unusual fossilized skeleton in the cliffs near her home on the English coast, she sets the religious fathers on edge, the townspeople to vicious gossip, and the scientific world alight. Luckily, Mary finds an unlikely champion in prickly Elizabeth Philpot, and in the struggle to be recognized in the wider world, Mary and Elizabeth discover that friendship is their greatest ally.… (meer)
souloftherose: Remarkable Creatures is a fictional account of Mary Anning and her fossils. The Dinosaur Hunters is a very readable factual account of the people hunting for fossils in the early 19th century which included Mary Anning.
Giant marine reptiles are not the only remarkable creatures in this book. Chevalier turns a warming spotlight on a friendship cemented by shared obsession and mutual respect across profound class fissures; a friendship between two women who were indirectly responsible for several male careers and ultimately (partially, very indirectly) for Darwin's insights. She also gives it what Darwin himself considered mandatory in a novel, a happy ending - or happy enough.
Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
This is for my son, Jacob
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Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
Lightning has struck me all my life.
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Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
'but dying was no drama. Dying was cold and hard and painful, and dull. It went on too long. I was exhausted and growing bored with it.'
I felt like a stocking turned inside out.
Then I opened my eyes, and it feels like they haven't been shut since.
I feel an echo of the lightning each time I find a fossil, a little jolt that says, "Yes, Mary Anning, you are different from all the rocks on the beach." That is why I am a hunter: to feel that bolt of lightning, and that difference, every day.
And so I am stuck with my strong jaw that puts people off, set in stone like the fossils I collect.
But Fanny couldn't think like that and would hold on to her fear. I've met plenty of others the same—frightened of what they don't understand.
He made me feel an idiot, even when I knew he was a bigger one than I.
By March Margaret had always faded like a threadbare nightgown worn for too long.
It was hard arguing with Mr. Buckland, for his enthusiasm ran roughshod over everything.
There were so many stars now that I couldn't count them. I felt very small, pinned to the ground under the knowledge of them all.
My life led up to that moment, then led away again, like the tide making it's highest mark on the beach and then retreating.
"Everything is so big and old and far away," I said, sitting up with the force of it. "Good help me, for it does scare me."
It is not easy to let someone go, even when they have said unforgivable things to you.
Collectors have a list of items to be obtained, a cabinet of curiosities to be filled by others' work. They might go out onto the beach sometimes and walk along, frowning at the cliffs as if looking at an exhibition of dull paintings. They cannot concentrate, for the rocks all look the same to them: quartz looks like flint, beeflike bones. They find little more than a few bits of broken ammonite and belemnite and call themselves experts. Then they buy from the hunters what they need to make up their list. They have little true understanding of what they collect, or even that much interest. They know it is fashionable, and that is enough for them. Hunters spend hour after hour, day after day out in all weather, our faces sunburned, our hair tangled by the wind, our eyes in a permanent squint, our nails ragged and our fingertips torn, our hands chapped. Our boots are trimmed with mud and stained with sea water. Our clothes are filthy by the end of the day. Often we find nothing, but we are patient and hard-working and not put off by coming back empty-handed. We may have our special interest - an intact brittle star, a belemnite with its sac attached, a fossil fish with every scale in place - but we pick up other things too, and are open to what the cliffs and beach offer us.
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Informatie afkomstig uit de Engelse Algemene Kennis.Bewerk om naar jouw taal over te brengen.
We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back.
When Mary Anning uncovers an unusual fossilized skeleton in the cliffs near her home on the English coast, she sets the religious fathers on edge, the townspeople to vicious gossip, and the scientific world alight. Luckily, Mary finds an unlikely champion in prickly Elizabeth Philpot, and in the struggle to be recognized in the wider world, Mary and Elizabeth discover that friendship is their greatest ally.
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