You only find what you are looking for, really, if the truth be known.
Basically, I have been compelled by curiosity.
I had never passed a single school exam, and clearly never would.
I go once a year to the Serengeti to see the wildebeest migrations because that means a lot to me, but I avoid Olduvai if I can because it is a ruin. It is most depressing.
She stops, pauses, turns to the left to glance at some possible threat or irregularity, and then continues to the north. This motion, so intensely human, transcends time.
I dug things up. I was curious. I liked to draw what I found.
I never felt interpretation was my job.
I'd rather be in a tent than in a house.
No amounts of stone and bone could yield the kinds of information that the paintings gave so freely.
Now this really is something to put on the mantelpiece.
The first money I ever earned was for drawing stone tools.
I got too old to live in the bush. You really need to be youngish and healthy, so it seemed stupid to keep going.
Theories come and go, but fundamental data always remain the same.
I quite liked having a baby - I think I won't put it more strongly than that. But I had no intention of allowing motherhood to disrupt my work as an archeologist.
