Phil Robinson, Under the Sun — Visitors in Feathers (1882)
“ The lust of the green parrot for orchard brigandage, or of the proud-stomached king-crow for battle with his kind, are as whimsical caprices, fancies of the moment, when compared to the steady assiduity with which this Puritan bird pursues the object of his creation. And the result is that the myna has no wit. Like the Germans, he is incomparable at hard, unshowy work, but they — as one, a wit himself, has said of them — are only moderately mirthful in their humor. ”
