It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.

Today I saw a family of red kites hunting for mice on the field. There are, undoubtably, many wonderful place to live in the world, but this one ain't bad.