Dork talk  Stephen Fry  I am in the jungle, filming in the heart
of Amazonia. Not much room in my backpack for mobile phones,
game consoles or laptops but just enough for a pair of compact
cameras with which to attempt to capture the nuanced
colourations of the red howler monkey, the pink river dolphin,
the scarlet mosquito bite and the purple leech gash. I have a
Sony Cybershot DSC-T200 and a Casio EX-S880, two cameras crammed
to point of madness with the latest innovations in digital
photography.  Compact cameras have arrived at That Stage. They
work very well. Resolution is high. We have swiftly leapt from
two to three to five to eight to 12 megapixels. Memory cards are
cheap and contain far more capacity than could ever be sanely
used. I slipped an 8GB stick into the Cybershot without
thinking. No matter how many photos I take, they will rattle
around in that cavern of memory like a pea in a cathedral. So we
can take more pictures than ever before. We can lodge them on
more photosharing sites than are nec