Nothing seems too odd or disagreeable to be regarded with affection.
Lord Erskine, who always expressed a great interest in animals, had at one time
two leeches (
emphasis mine and yuck! - Curator) for favourites. Taken dangerously ill at Portsmouth, he fancied that they had saved his life. Every day he gave them fresh water and formed a friendship with them. He said he was sure that both knew him, and were grateful for his attentions. He named them Home and Cline, for two celebrated surgeons, and he affirmed that their dispositions were quite different; in fact, he thought he distinguished individuality in these
black squirmers from the mire.
--from Kate Sanborn, My Literary Zoo (New York: D. Appleton and Company, 1896) pp. 111-2.
2 comments:
Okay-y...
Yep, it would be hard to love a leech. I have a horror of leeches since I met a woman who had a leech crawl onto her eyeball while she was walking in the bush. (They anesthetised the eye and the leech fell off.)
Bit I'm going to try to remember the mystery and majesty of every form of life. I'll try...
Thus proving that there really is somebody for everybody, I guess.
Even leeches.
Oh, thanks, Parlance. Now the thought of leeches on somebody's eyeball will have me squinting all day.
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