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A bee, a wasp, a bumblebee, is flying round on the ceiling above, next to the stovepipe, a perfect miracle of nature in winter. All others of its race, breed, convictions and species are dead, dead already or not yet born; this is the ice age and the lonely bumblebee must survive, it does not know how it came about and why it had to be him.
Alfred Döblin • Berlin Alexanderplatz
But that is not a man, that’s a mushroom!”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry • The Little Prince
legs almost too small to see, circling his
Richard Powers • The Overstory: Winner of the 2019 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction
Little Fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing…
William Blake
Décidément les hommes étaient à ce point imbus d'eux-mêmes qu'ils étaient absolument incapables de comprendre que quelqu'un pût en avoir assez d'eux, de leur vue, et de leur odeur, et décider d'aller vivre parmi les éléphants parce qu'il n'y avait pas au monde de plus belle compagnie.
Romain Gary • Les racines du ciel (French Edition)
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As long as there is one upright man, as long as there is one compassionate woman, the contagion may spread and the scene is not desolate. Hope is the thing that is left to us, in a bad time. I shall get up Sunday morning and wind the clock, as a contribution to order and steadfastness.
Sailors have an expression about the weather:
E.B. White • E.B. White’s Beautiful Letter to a Man Who Had Lost Faith in Humanity
Ce que le progrès demande inexorablement aux hommes et aux continents, c'est de renoncer à leur étrangeté, c'est de rompre avec le mystère, – et sur cette voie s'inscrivent les ossements du dernier éléphant... L'espèce humaine était entrée en conflit avec l'espace, la terre, l'air même qu'il lui faut pour vivre. Les terrains de culture gagneront pe
... See moreRomain Gary • Les racines du ciel (French Edition)
On life and death this old man walked.
Herman Melville • Moby Dick: or, the White Whale
God bless the lawn mower, he thought. Who was the fool who made January first New Year’s Day? No, they should set a man to watch the grasses across a million Illinois, Ohio, and Iowa lawns, and on that morning when it was long enough for cutting, instead of rachets and horns and yelling, there should be a great swelling symphony of lawn mowers reap
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