"My grandfather understood the trees as no botanist could do. Certainly, he did not know the names in Latin, but he knew their character. Every plant has its temperament, he said, and reacts at the man that touches it. There is the sweet wood, the melancholic one, the resentful one, the tenacious one, the egoist and so on; like the humans. He knew that and he taught me all these things slowly, with calm and wisdom."
translated from "Il volo della martora" by Mauro Corona