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The Aye-Aye and I\u00a0 deGerald Durrell A primit de la mine\u00a0&#x2b50;&#x2b50;&#x2b50;&#x2b50;\u2605 Dou\u0103 lucruri m-au atras c\u0103tre catrea asta. Autorul, Gerald Durrell, a c\u0103rui trilogie despre Corfu am \u00eendr\u0103git-o at\u00e2t de mult. \u0218i titlul haios, care \u00eemi sugera c-o s\u0103 am parte de aceea\u0219i proz\u0103 simpatic\u0103 ca cea din mai sus pomenita trilogie. Ei, n-a fost chiar a\u0219a. Cartea e povestea ultimei c\u0103l\u0103torii pe care a f\u0103cut-o Gerald Durrell \u00een Madagascar, \u00een c\u0103utare de specii pe cale de dispari\u021bie ce trebuiau salvate. Expedi\u021bia a avut loc doar cu cinci ani \u00eenainte de moartea autorului, iar copilul n\u0103zdr\u0103van din Corfu a fost \u00eenlocuit cu omul de \u0219tiin\u021b\u0103 serios, ni\u021bel bolnav, ni\u021bel obosit de via\u021b\u0103 poate. Dar cu acela\u0219i dar al povestirii. Cartea ne dezv\u0103luie aventurile unei echipe anglo-franco-malga\u0219\u0103 pornit\u0103 \u00een c\u0103utarea unor specii de animale rare pe care urmau s\u0103 le prind\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 le str\u0103mute pe insula\u00a0Jersey \u00een\u00a0Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust.\u00a0Acolo animalele aveau s\u0103 intre \u00eentr-un program de \u00eenmul\u021bire supravegheat\u0103 \u0219i, \u00een cazul \u00een care condi\u021biile viitoare din Madagascar o vor permite, str\u0103nepo\u021bii animalelor prinse vor fi fie reintroduse \u00een mediul lor natural. Cu alte cuvinte, o altfel de \u00eencercare de salvare a unor specii de la dispari\u021bie. Printre animalele selectate pentru program s-a strecurat \u0219i ciudatul aye-aye. In the gloom it came along the branches towards me, its round, hypnotic eyes blazing, its spoon-like ears turning to and fro independently like radar dishes, its white whiskers twitching and moving like sensors; its black hands, with their thin, attenuated fingers, the third seeming prodigiously elongated, tapping delicately on the branches as it moved along, like those of a pianist playing a complicated piece by Chopin. It looked like a Walt Disney witch\u2019s black cat with a touch of ET thrown in for good measure. If ever a flying saucer came from Mars, you felt that this is what would emerge from it. It was Lewis Carroll\u2019s Jabberwocky come to life, whiffling through its tulgey wood. It lowered itself onto my shoulder, gazed into my face with its huge, hypnotic eyes and ran slender fingers through my beard and hair as gently as any barber. In its underslung jaw, I could see giant chisel-like teeth, teeth which grow constantly, and I sat quite still. It uttered a small, snorting noise like \u2018humph\u2019 and descended to my lap. Here, it inspected my walking stick. Its black fingers played along its length as if the stick were a flute. Then it leant forward and, with alarming accuracy, almost bisected my stick with two bites from its enormous teeth. To its obvious chagrin, it found no beetle larvae there and so it returned to my shoulder. Again, it combed my beard and hair, gentle as a baby breeze. Then, to my alarm, it discovered my ear. \u2018Here,\u2019 it seemed to say to itself, \u2018must lurk a beetle larva of royal proportions and of the utmost succulence.\u2019 It fondled my ear as a gourmet fondles a menu and then, with great care, it inserted its thin finger. I resigned myself to deafness \u2013 move over, Beethoven, I said to myself, here I come. To my astonishment, I could hardly feel the finger as it searched my ear like a radar probe for hidden delicacies. Finding my ear bereft of tasty and\u00a0fragrant grubs, it uttered another faint \u2018humph\u2019 of annoyance and climbed up into the branches again. Durrell, Gerald. The Aye-Aye and I . Penguin Books Ltd. Kindle Edition. 00"}