And when does a young man’s fancy lightly turn to thoughts of courtly love? Why, in spring, when you ‘cast a clout’ and venture out to enjoy nature, red in tooth and claw. Or beak and claw, in the case of Jehan Vaillant’s
Par maintes foys—count the number of birds vying for supremacy of the skies.
from notes by Catherine Bott © 2006
