I don’t know what’s more enchanting, that songbirds dream of their songs or that humans use their advanced scientific capabilities to find out what birds dream about.
I can’t fully express how this makes me feel. Scientists listen to the dreams of birds. The birds dream of singing.
I’m crying a little because I love the universe. Is that weird?
“Captain Wentworth, without saying a word, turned to her, and
quietly obliged her to be assisted into the carriage. Yes; he had
done it. She was in the carriage, and felt that he had placed her
there, that his will and his hands had done it, that she owed it to
his perception of her fatigue, and his resolution to give her rest.”
(Chapter 10, Persuasion by Jane Austen)
