Animals without wings share in the storytelling, too, which may depart from myth and take other forms. There is, for example, Gorilla gorilla, named not once but twice for a tribe of hairy women, the Gorillai, reported to live on the west coast of Africa; this rumor reaches the present day through a very old Greek version of a geographical account first written in Phoenician by one Hanno, a Carthaginian navigator who supposedly conducted his explorations around 500 b.c.
This year the installation is made up of two stainless-steel tree sculptures — “Conjoined” and “Defunct” — and a glacierlike boulder, “Erratic,” by Roxy Paine, a conceptual artist who often juxtaposes nature and modern industrialization.
For here the palms hold court; nowhere else on the broad earth is their glory unveiled as we see it: soft, plumy Jupatis dropping over the water, and fairy-light assaiso and bussús with their light-green vase-like forms, and great noble fan-leaved miritis looking down from their eighty-feet high columns, and others that we hardly notice at first, though they are nobles in their race.
For all his scathingness, and despite his unremitting intellect, Mr. Joyce was a romantic when it came to women.
