There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other
creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree,
and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself
upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises aboveits own agony to outcarol the lark and
the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and
God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain….
Or so says the legend.
-《The thorn bird》