. . . only outlaws will have goshawks, and Pluvialis is already turning into a Hereward the Wake of falconry.
It's been a while since I've gone hawking like this. I had forgotten the radical change in subjectivity. I had forgotten how the world simultaneously dissolves to nothing, yet is presented in a form so utterly real and tangible, it almost hurts.
(For the record, the UK has not outlawed goshawks. Yet.)