Today at last the bushes all along the coast were full of birds - bluethroats, red-backed shrikes, a bee-eater and a red-breasted flycatcher - but I saw none of them.
A friend, who understood, rang me and this meant more than all the shrikes in the WP.
"You have been my friend," replied Charlotte. "That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps, I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that."
E. B. White