A flock of birds. A group of geese. A gander at a stranger gathering of winged things.
Don't clip mine 'cause I'm running out of time, and I've got promises to keep and miles to fly.
Just trying to escape the Frost.
"He remains willing to challenge society even if he can't change it, and accepts exile to the bleak Falkland Islands in the hope that physical discomfort and the company of other dissidents will stimulate his writing."
- Some quote from some essay that someone wrote about a character in the novel Brave New World