“He even took the gramophone on safari. Three rifles, supplies for a month, and Mozart.”
“If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?”
“I had a farm in Africa.”
“Baron Bror Blixen: You could have asked, Denys.
Denys: I did. She said yes.”
[after placing a gramophone in a field near wild baboons]
Denys: Think of it: never a man-made sound… and then Mozart!
Karen Blixen: Perhaps he knew, as I did not, that the Earth was made round so that we would not see too far down the road.
