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Diane Ackerman's In Praise Of Bats

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Diane Ackerman is an American poet, essayist, and naturalist known for her wide-ranging curiosity and poetic explorations of the natural world. Along with being the author of’ “In Praise of Bats.” In this excerpt I can see that she wrote this passage filled with curiosity and admiration. In the first sentence she asks, “What’s the best way to show affection to a bat?” This shows both the curiosity and admiration towards bats. Her tone stays this way throughout the excerpt. She starts with describing just one bat and mentioning another, but as she goes on she focuses on a large sum of bats, she recognizes as “columns” and their emergence from under the Congress Avenue Bridge across from the pink- granite capitol building.
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