that's a bird

He got to his feet, but sat down again and stared at me intently. Having described the externals of his life, he was not going to go without some comment on its inner motivation.
He then said slowly, with great seriousness:
It's like the tides was pulling you along the highway. I'm like the Arctic tern, guv'nor. That's a bird. A beautiful white bird what flies from the North Pole to the South Pole and back again.
Bruce Chatwin, The Songlines.

Print by John James Audubon.