Julie Fenster

Oh, it's two lines.

I've got it.

I can guess it.

Hail to thee, blithe spirit, bird thou never wert.

Hail to thee, blithe spirit, bird thou never wert.

Anything to say?

Well, only thanks very much, everyone.

You're the judge.

I think the reason I haven't ever wanted to reveal the secret is because it's a wonderful mystery.

And I like to think that after I've died, people will still say, how did they do it?

Was it or wasn't it?

It just tickles me to think of that.

Of course, if I had a grandson who wanted to carry it on, I'd have enormous difficulty telling him how to.

I don't think it would be possible because there's an awful lot that I wouldn't be able to tell him.

It's hard to explain why I wouldn't be able to.

It's just that I wouldn't be able to.

That's all I can say about that.

And out of its burial cloth is going to come the new life.

He was definitely the first to do some very clear dissections of the chrysalis.

And one day... In Paris, in front of this crowd of assembled worthies, bewigged and bestocking... He gets a fat white caterpillar... Gets a scalpel, or a tiny little thin bit of glass...